[There's something about that flush that's positively endearing. A part of him wants to take Estinien's face into his hands once more, press kisses to those flushed cheeks and draw it out further. His fingers twitch, tips itching with the desire, but he bites it down. Instead, he presses one hand hand into his lap, glancing to the side even as the tips of his own ears warm. The other remains firmly fastened to Estinien's.
For now, he offers a reassuring smile, shaking his head even as he does.]
Mayhap that is a good thing. 'Tis better to stumble together, would you not agree?
[His thumb swoops over the spot he had only just kissed. He can practically feel his heart in his throat, and though it all seems so juvenile, he doesn't dislike it.]
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For now, he offers a reassuring smile, shaking his head even as he does.]
Mayhap that is a good thing. 'Tis better to stumble together, would you not agree?
[His thumb swoops over the spot he had only just kissed. He can practically feel his heart in his throat, and though it all seems so juvenile, he doesn't dislike it.]