Welcome to Gaia! ::

Ah, forgiveness. Had it ever felt so sweet? Likely not, especially following that soft press of lips against his own, a kiss that he let himself smile against, a kiss that ended with a gentle graze of his teeth against her lower lip, a kiss that, he hoped, promised more.

"I don't wish to talk of that." Of her sister, mostly, especially not when Na'ima was on his lap, her arms around him. Too much of a mood killer, really. Partially, he did not want to discuss any terms of their relationship, either. Why did it need classifying, or labeling, or to be fit inside a box to be compartmentalized? Why couldn't it just continue to be what it had always been?

Her last question (it would never be the last, who was she trying to fool), was met with a blank stare.

"Worth what?" He asked, innocently, teasingly, as if he did not know what she meant.

"No you don't. Well, maybe just a little." He conceded with a grin of his own, before immersing himself in the kiss she offered. He wasn't really sure that they had gotten very far in their talk, and to some extent, he was happy with that. He didn't want to talk about it, didn't want to figure out exactly how he felt and what he wanted to do about it. Not yet, at least.

But he did wonder how long she would wait for him. Was she going to be content, just like this? These thoughts flashed through his head in an instant while they kissed before he shoved them away, in favor of living in that moment instead. No need to let the potential far future spoil what they could have now, that very evening, instead.

As she came to sit on top of him, straddling his waist, he answered her question with another grin. "A great many things. Would you like me to demonstrate?"