“Mhm.”
He knows the moment determination takes over the surprise that she’s going to do something else and — there’s a quiet hum between the kiss and between pulling away, but he can’t deny he missed that.
“I’ll take you.”
Fleur grins against his mouth, presses a smile into his lips and holds it there, for a moment, as if she could give it to him. She would, too, if he needed it. There's a lot of things she'd do for this particular black-eyed demon. When he pulls away, she kisses his nose. “Yeah? When?”
















