He sighed, mentally, and kissed Hope deeply. This was perfect. Nikephoros leaned back into the sofa instead of sitting up, pulling his pretty, precious Hope with him. He only felt a little bad about the second surprise to his first real surprise--he had no anticipated that surprise.
After breaking for air, his eyes glittered as he looked over the red head's face.
"You are beautiful," he said in English, slowly, getting every last letter said properly.