"Terrible?! You darling man. I have been rather tangled in you since I first saw you," Ril says, her voice soft. "And. I should say, as far as proposals go, it was perfect, even if you didn't--" Ril waves helplessly. "You're perfect."

She kisses his cheeks,forehead, his nose, and then his lips, because she can, because words are stupid.

"I might have to laugh if you actually objected," she murmurs as her fingers brush his wrist. "I have, though, ah. Would. I would like to find you one." Her cheeks feel as if they are on fire but she doesn't care.