You don't have to wax poetic. I can feel your heartbeat. I know...what this is doing for you.

[She feels it too. And so she reaches one hand back to begin unhooking her own bra. she's just about ready to be done with all of the mushy words, and she'd like very, very much to keep going. It feels right, somehow. Finally doing this without the influence of the moons. On her birthday, no less.

And just after admitting all of that? That's good enough for her.]

I'm just glad that I've earned this much of a reaction out of you, when I've been kind of fumbling. I am really happy.