"God, you don't need to thank me, Knightly," he insisted softly, absolutely just treasuring the moment. Half-drunk but happy, a little sloppy but contented.
He laughed softly at the idea of them just ending up being miserable together but apart. "Oh, well, thank God that didn't happen-" he said gently.
He placed his mug down as well, turning so that both arms were around her. "Then kiss me," he agreed, moving closer to brush his lips against hers.