He had set aside the pencil and paper, and looked down at her, petting through her long hair. "You woulds not believes de times I has convincings at myselfs dats I am reals, too." He said with a smirk. He looked so vulnerable then, not even trying to hold it back. The pride balanced it out, still arrogant in its own way -- he had found the most beautiful woman in all the world and she was his. Her beauty was not just in her looks, but in her actions, in the way she spoke, and in her heart, and it showed and made her seem so much more than she gave herself credit for having. Skwisgaar only saw her cold side directed at him once, and it was just as much a turn on as anything else, but when she warmed up, she was as kind and generous as could be.
He was amazed that sort of kindness could come from a woman, frankly. He knew that saccharine-sweetness could come from them, as well as hellfire and fury. But never kindness and honesty.
"Comes up here, hn?" He said, brow furrowed. "You don'ts belongs on de floor."