Belle sighed quietly when he cupped her face, still quietly revelling in the smooth warmth of his palms--she'd loved his hands before, had been absolutely fixated on watching him spin, but for them to be human was still thrilling. She wanted to argue she wasn't perfect; it always annoyed her when others made such a fuss over her body, her beauty, when she was so much more. But she didn't feel irritated when he said it. She just felt...loved. Loved and respected and safe for the first time in so long.
Her skin trembled where he touched, his fingers leaving a trail of tingling warmth as they went, a whole different sort of magic than any she'd ever seen him do back home. And his smile, Gods, to know she could make him smile like that--if he kept doing it, she might get a bit smug. But she didn't want him to ever stop doing it. She tangled her fingers in his hair again, mouth near his temple as her breath began to speed up a little. "Oh, that--that feels wonderful," she murmured, hating how inadequate the words were. But praising him for everything he was giving her felt right, so maybe he'd understand someday that he was more than worthy of her love.