Belle tipped her head, brow furrowing a little. Of course, she supposed, she could have seemed overeager--she'd barely had him back an hour, after all--but did he understand how much she'd wanted just this, just him? The only thing, besides her freedom, she had wanted all these years.
"And I've certainly no intention of letting you slip away from me again, either," she said, biting on her lip for a moment. "But this...I've dreamed about this, the only good dreams I've had, this whole time. Well," she shook her head a bit. "Suppose it wasn't exactly the same. You, for one, looked quite different." There wasn't the same sort of heated passion when she curved her palm against his face, now. "But I wanted you just as much with all the--teeth and claws and everything."