[ Why would he say no? Goddess, plenty of reasons... but, well, he didn't. And now they're sitting here, hand in hand, like it's the easiest thing in the world and everything just feels right. Some part of Eithan is convinced he's dreaming, honestly.
He twines their fingers together, leans in just a bit closer - so he can press a small kiss to the back of Belth's hand. And really, he'd do his own version of waxing poetic, but there's plenty of time for that later. Besides, the smile on his face probably says it all. ... Well, until he cracks a smirk, a hint of his typical mischief behind it, unable to resist: ]
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He twines their fingers together, leans in just a bit closer - so he can press a small kiss to the back of Belth's hand. And really, he'd do his own version of waxing poetic, but there's plenty of time for that later. Besides, the smile on his face probably says it all. ... Well, until he cracks a smirk, a hint of his typical mischief behind it, unable to resist: ]
"Smart," huh? Wow, can I get that in writin'?
[ Wink! ]