He listened to her, and then turned his head back to her, "Yes," he said, and he nodded and gave her the lightest of kisses on her cheek, just by her tender lips.
He moved closer to her as the music changed to something even slower, and his lips found her ear, "Don't fret about her, love. But we will be returned to our former glory, I am sure of it. And you, sweet Cissa, will be at my hand, even as I am at his. Think of it," he said, pulling her closer, "He must return. He cannot be gone; the runes say something is brewing," he said, swaying with her, excitement running through his body at the very idea.