[He feels dear in this moment. Really dear. With the kiss started his hands come up to cup Balthier's face. And you know what, he thought he liked the feel of the extra side burns. They were wonderful under his hands.
He wanted this, though, the feeling of the kiss lingering on his lips. It was warmer than sipping at a good spirit, just moving through his blood like being by a campfire, or basking in the sun. And when it ends he can't help but chuckle in delight.]
I think, my light, you are a bit of luck I hadn't expected to find.
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He wanted this, though, the feeling of the kiss lingering on his lips. It was warmer than sipping at a good spirit, just moving through his blood like being by a campfire, or basking in the sun. And when it ends he can't help but chuckle in delight.]
I think, my light, you are a bit of luck I hadn't expected to find.