Andras sighed softly at Feyre as he gently held her face in his hands. She was so beautiful. He just wanted to kiss her, fall into her eyes, and let that be the rest of his life. He could die again knowing he had met his angel and that would be satisfactory.
"It isn't about the things," he said quietly when she finished. "It's about what you deserve and the idea...I would give you the world if I had the power." He shook his head. "Instead, all I have is me; and honestly I don't think that's enough. It's an insult to you."
He was not being unrealistic. He did not put her on a pedestal and worship Feyre. He knew her faults. He understood her past. He loved her for all of it and he only wished there was more that he could give her. But he was just one cursed courtier with no land, no jewels, no claim on anything in this world or on the space station. For a traditionalist like him that meant a lot.