Why, the better to touch him, of course. It put him on her level. "Be shorter, damn it." Sereda smiles, giving him a proper hug this time, burying her face in his neck, as un-royal as she allows herself to be. She knows in an instant that she does care for him; the thought of him being intimate with Morrigan, even if he hated it, sends a dull thud into the heart of her stomach. "What did - " What did she want is what she wants to ask, but of all things to talk about, not Morrigan; not right now. He's just told her he cares for her, and it was honest and lovely and she knows she's lucky that she cares for him; if she didn't, his heart might break right in half.