She'd never tire of hearing Thanatos tell her that. She felt like she could happily hear it every minute of every day. Even just his hands on her hips made Lyra's stomach do flips and she let him lead her back to the bed. There she let go of him so that she could lie down, leaning back on her elbows so she could watch him standing there above her. She let out a long breath of admiration. "You're so beautiful," she breathed. Like a God.