[ Simply being with him is pleasing. Leaning against him, holding his hand, laying beside him, kissing him. While she does wish to make love to him and be as a husband and wife should? There are times and places, and he wishes her to wait for their wedding night. She plans to adhere to that... unless he changes his mind.

Her eyes flutter shut at his touch. She leans her head further against his chest, another shiver running up her spine once he places his other hand on the small of her back. Aymeric has always been good at distracting her. Either by his voice or his touch--sometimes even a glance is enough to make her feel as if she could melt on the spot.

The tip of her tail gently moves back and forth as he continues to draw patterns. ]

I am happy, my love. Truly. [ She nuzzles her nose against his skin to demonstrate it. ] My reputation is either one of a hero or a slayer, by the way the wars have gone. I am far more concerned by your days being made troublesome, as mine already are.

[ Her eyes open slightly with a smile. She almost encourages him, but decides better of it. Instead, her hand raises to trace along his jaw. ]

Was there something else you wished to ask?