"And it is appreciated..." she said softly and kissed him. A look of fondness was directed at the fae. "I like your thoughts." She used her hand to draw a line on his shirt while she rested her chin on his chest.
"He will come around. Eventually." She smiled softly, teasingly. "In two hundred years or so. But he does not want to be here. That does not mean he cannot get pleasure out of this place. It seems that his mood has improved. But that does not mean that he does not want to go back." She sighed. "But it doesn't matter. We are stuck here. We have to make the best of it."