[ She lets out a breath, as he does, relief flooding her. Even as she doesn't do much, doesn't get too close, nor move against him too directly - she wasn't sure what she was expecting in that regard. Him to be nervous, certainly, she knows what she is, if nothing else, and he has always been respectful of that. Even when she sometimes wished he would not be. ]

As you wish for it. [ She could feel her pulse, thick and thudding in the back of her own throat. Nervousness was a potent exhilaration in its own right. A warm taste in her mouth. ] All of it, nothing at all. I might disappear as quickly as I came, and I will always have one devotion, and those are the only things I can be sure of. But the rest - ?

[ There she hovers, not moving close, not to startle him where she's so clearly taken him by surprise. But her hand lifts, hovering in the air a moment before she lets it move closer to him. A mimicry of how she had touched him before. It has made me sure. He keeps making her sure. Her fingers against her jaw, a closeness of space where she's - and he - is just there. It's flat and open in gaze, an utter appreciation and blindness to all else but him. ] Ask, and I am happy to give.