His heart was pounding. He really was holding such a precious, fragile thing, but he would hold it close rather than give it back somehow. Nobody... gives him anything, or had for longer than he could remember.

The smile warmed. He could sing it. He could imbue magic to it. But that could come later.

He swept a hand along her temple, drew some of her hair back and away from her face. "However could I refuse... O bewitching Daeleth...?"

Oh, that was fun. What a treasure, this name that dances against the tongue...