He rested his forehead against hers, taking a deep breath. This kiss had been better than the few she had shared with St. Cyr's daughter. He had not felt so...alive...in such a long time. He grinned the widest grin he had grinned in a long time. "That was more than okay," he said quietly.
He tangled his fingers in her hair slightly. To be honest he wanted to kiss her again. He was pretty sure if he started again, though, he wouldn't want to stop. "I would like very much to kiss you again," he said after a moment of keeping her close. "But I am afraid once I start I will not want to stop."