"That means a great deal to me. More than I can say. I..."

Then he does something far, far more impulsive.

He's overwhelmed by the feeling of victory, the power of overcoming something as unconquerable as a dragon. His ancestors had worshiped them and he can very well see why, especially after the fight this one had given them. There was a magnificence to this dragon, something that made it a worthy opponent. He will honor this dragon for all time, wearing its armor proudly.

Dragon blood is also coursing through his veins... it's been part of him ever since he became a reaver. He's never felt more like himself than he does here and now.

He's not worried about consequences, about the others watching, or anything else. He's just very, very happy right now. So he leans in, to kiss her passionately.