[ That they now know each other's names changes nothing in his mind; well, in a way, it does, as the love he feels for her seems to have only grown stronger. And on top of that, his determination to fiercely hold onto her and love her has only grown. Nothing shall separate them in this life, nor in any others. He knows that he cannot guarantee that with any certainty, but should it come to it, he would fight as hard as he must to keep them together. ]

What might we do? [ He tilts his head to one side as if thinking that over. ] Oh, there are so many things. [ To be finally married to her, to have the opportunity to see the world should the chance present itself, and to also have children and raise them together. These are the things he desires more than anything else, so long as they too are what she desires.

But in almost the same moment as her pressing herself against him, another thought takes the place of the one intent on plotting their course. It is still plain to him that she is tired and in need of rest, and he ought to be easing her to sleep now as she has done for him so many times. Instead, a strange sort of driving force has settled in, and he finds himself leaning in such a way that he might plant a light but still passionate kiss onto her lips.

And with that action achieved, he withdraws so that she might tell him what she wishes to. ] Ah, yes, the mysterious individual who came with you. [ He nods, recalling his curiosity about this person. ] Please tell me about him.