He feels his cheeks heat and wonders just how badly he'd fuck everything up if he kissed her right then. It's tempting, when she speaks in that small, gentle voice and promises they'll always be something to each other.

Very badly, he reminds himself. Coming onto her directly after she's told him about the places she's put her heart is a recipe for disaster.

"Well -" he starts, his smile painfully earnest - "I'm still going to leave it up to you. Give me a bit of warning, and I'll meet whoever you want me to know."