That answer pleases her, as she gives a soft and brief hum in return. His breath and words are warm, tasting of summer, afternoon sunshine. Her eyes flicker down and up again in an instant, a mixture of shyness and anticipation and a feeble attempt at preventing the quirk from turning to a true smile, teeth and all.

But he already knows, doesn't he? Yet even so, she appreciates that second, or two, and then she does as is bid. "Now and always, with this seal, I agree."

And that gap between his mouth and hers is much too far, considering. She doesn't wait for him to act. The gap is crossed, a ghost of a kiss, gentle and chaste and agreeable, as she is. A lead-in, to something more. Where he takes it? His choice.