" oh, katarina, " he speaks her name with such sweetness, he loves the way it tastes on his tongue, the soft rumble within his voice. arms so naturally wrap around her frame, hands firm in their touch ⸻ smoothing up and over the curve of her back before long coat wraps itself around her. " better? " he is warm throughout, blessed with a warmth that was made to be shared with her, only her, his old speaking louder than words, saying that she should stay because he wanted her there, that the world was better when she was in his arms. " it's getting late, i wouldn't want you getting a cold. as much as i love the dress, it wasn't your smartest choice in outfit, " he teases, the grin on his lips says so, his rich laugh sounding as a simple chuckle, peering down at her, tufts of pink hair peeking out as he finally catches her shimmering gaze, " you're beautiful. "