Henry kissed her back and lowered his voice to a knowing whisper. "Oh, I suppose we'd be in the bedroom, unless we were feeling particularly adventurous," he replied, his eyes twinkling with amusement. This, he told himself, was exactly the reason he had suggested Gabriella undergo this transformation. She and he felt so at ease, so comfortable with one another and who they were. It was easy.
With her hand in his, Henry continued to lace unlace his fingers with Gabriella's as she settled away from him. He gave a shrug at her comment. "Once a king, always a bit of a king, I suppose," Henry noted, leaning into her hand slightly as she touched his hair.
The smile and words came easily. "I love you too, sweetheart," he told her, bringing the hand he held to his lips and kissing it.