She pulled back at the taste of ice against her senses, a fear of something so sharp that the mere mention brought a wall between wish and reality. He recovered quickly, running his hand down her back, trying to live in the moment instead of in fear. One thing she admired about humans. They adapted so quickly, carrying hope that no other race could.

"I still don't care," she breathed, moving in for another kiss, turning and pulling him with her, deeper into his room. "It just means I can whisper anything I like in your ear and you won't know if it is affection or insult."