Oh, there were a dozen possible reactions to that, and none of which were smooth, or flirty, or graceful, or clever enough to be worth using at this wonderful moment. So instead she settled for grinning at him, a smile just far too pleased and genuinely happy on her face, the innocence of which somewhat undermined by the way she bit her lip while keeping her eyes focused on him.
Peisinoê was, by her nature, a literal and direct person. So perhaps she interpreted his question a bit too literally, it would not be the first time. Her head tilted at him, "I suppose, that would require knowing what success means?" A bit too academic, really, for her relaxed posture, the fondness in her eyes as she looked at him, "Does it mean you're done, if you have succeeded? Because I doubt very much I can think about anyone else for some time other than you, and I want to see you more, and I want to see you happy. So maybe your quest is complete," It was the closest she'd ever come to emotional gushing probably, like a girl on the television. That is, except the bit of boldness that had her standing up a little straighter, "But I don't think we're done, so maybe not."
A couple. Oh, it was so nice to meet someone she was able to meet on the same mental wavelength. Even better when it gave her a bubble of happiness that was so real and tangible that it felt like he might be able to see it radiating from her. Yes, a couple, she would like that very much. It didn't feel like rushing, it felt like, like wrapping her favorite blanket around her shoulders. Right. Comforting, "I would like that, Cohen." Even though that was not the pace, the way, the title of the Undersea, she had been here long enough that it didn't sound too strange, and besides. It was him.
The question broke the reverie of her soaking up the warmth of him, the silence as she memorized his features, and of her trying to decide if calling a Surface Adult Man beautiful in any context was acceptable, because she honestly wasn't sure. Cohen's request had her eyes widening as her cheeks flushed, and she nodded before deciding that she wasn't as soft as she looked. The first born and all that. He didn't need to know that her heart was pounding when she rotated just slightly and sat up a little straighter, a hand settling gently on his shoulder so she could tilt her head up, licking her lips before pressing them gently to his own. Peisinoê was at ease around Cohen, and she didn't fear rejection, but that didn't stop her from being gentle, as if afraid that this was going to be as abrasive as her opinions often were. It also didn't mean her eyes didn't flutter shut, skin lit up like a livewire from where her skin touched his and, actually, everywhere really.