He couldn't help but laugh at that, sharing his stories. Oh he'd do it, quite willingly. "My stories aren't always the most pleasant love, but then you know that. As I've always said, to you I'm an open book, no secrets, not from you. So I'll tell you my stories, and I'll show you the world, I'll show you everything and I'll teach you how to truly live." He had always wanted that for her, the world at her feet, every blessed opportunity that she now had. "You'll love New Orleans, the music, the culture, I'm assuming this world also has witches but we can ignore that side of things, usually better off that way."
He supposed he did understand her, the sides of herself she couldn't quite come to terms with. His beautiful Caroline.
"We can go home" he told her, pulling her into one last kiss before wrapping an arm protectively around her and leading her out toward the door. "I expect I can be far more creative in the comfort of our own surroundings. Of course you could have had one and then the other, have you worked it out yet, that there truly is nothing I wouldn't do for you." He supposed it scared her to know that too, that on some level she could have the world, she need only ask for it.