*tightens her hand on your leg, turning in toward you as if for warmth (but how can anything fail to be okay when you kiss her like that?)*
I'm a frickin' prince, right?
*smiles, though she is suddenly much more shy than is her wont (chalk it up to the breathlessness)* And I love you anyway. Go figure. *colors when she realizes what she's said and kisses you again, urgently, her hand moving up to grip the front of your shirt, before you have time to properly respond (or not)* Domíran.