This wasn't how he expected this talk to go, but he was glad he'd decided to take the plunge. ...In this, at least. The jitters in his stomach were eased into that of a thrill- God, say it again, say it again, never stop saying it- but he needed to contain himself. In private, they could be just like this.

He shared in the kiss, grateful simply to be, even in such a seemingly small capacity as someone knowing his name.

"Daeleth... I'll say it as many times as you'd ever desire." He hadn't noticed the faint aura of gold emanating from his form. But how could he not glow a little when he was feeling spellbound?