[He lets out a lungful of air, only half aware that he's smiling in response. It feels nice to hear that, damn good in fact, like some confirmation that he's not entirely ruined because Lina hated him when she left and Saber would rather cut him off than -- ]
[Zelgadis turns to look at Raven because he really doesn't want to think about Saber anymore tonight. He'd much rather focus on this amazing girl who looks so pretty in the fire light and somehow, beyond all reason, actually likes him.]
There's no one to come between. [He knows he really should say it back, but for whatever reason it just feels easier to lean over and kiss her. He's more careful than last night due to her fatigue and the lack of ale fogging his mind, his fingers barely brushing her jaw and his lips tentative as they touch hers. Where he usually might be nervous about touching someone at all he only feels good and it's such a refreshing contrast from the weeks of feeling awful that he dearly hopes Raven might encourage him a little further before his shyness makes him pull back.]