"No, not quite," she admitted, touching his face lightly before holding both his hands in hers. "Then again, it's the same for you, I guess?" She sighed happily at his touch, keeping her close... almost a possessive gesture that she secretly liked.
Once he led her to the couch, she took the glass of wine from him and sipped it, playing with her hair before talking. "I've got too many questions for now. I guess the most important one, though, is... are we finally going to be happy, Henry? I know we're not married here..." And to be truthful, that bothered her that again, she had lost her last name.
"Answer me this. Are you my Henry? The one who is the most caring and generous man I know, the most accomplished lover, the man far too charismatic for his own good?" There was a smile on her face as she asked, as if she already knew the answer.