"Quite certain, yes. I'd notice. You're the only one who can enjoy this spectacle."

"Is it accurate to still call you a show off if you're just showing off to me?"

"I will leave that decision to you."

"Then yes. You are absolutely a show off."

... But she does seem to be enjoying the show.

"Here, let me show you more of it." And because he does not have a drop of shame in his blood, he takes his shirt off.

...it is, in fact, quite spectacular.

Yep that's distracting.

"You. That. Um. That."

And that is all of the sentence fragments that she seems to be capable of right now! Gosh, he's pretty. And shirtless.

Yep. Those things are true. He slowly does a 360 turn so she can see how his prettiness and shirtlessness interact with the sunlight.

"Why are you so pretty," she whines, pouting a little. "Who gave you authorization, this isn't fair."

He laughs—and since she's focusing on this now, she might just notice how nice his voice sounds, how suddenly the comparison of laughter to musical instruments might make sense. "Vampire transformation makes you prettier, I believe I told you. But look on the bright side: not only are you also incredibly pretty, but you have access to me whenever you want!" he says brightly.

"I don't want to spend all day staring at you, James, I have things I'd like to do," she snorts.

"Staring is not the only thing you could do," he suggests, shrugging his shirt back on.

She raises her eyebrows. "Are you implying something in particular, James?"

"I am not," he says, primly. "I am merely observing that I am yours to please and whatever you desire I shall seek to give you."

Yvette snorts, amused.

"Okay. I, um. Kissing is fine? Other things are. I don't know, not soon. This is still a little intimidating, and I haven't exactly had a, a. Relationship as serious as this before."

"If kissing is what you desire, kissing is what you shall have."

"Okay," she says to her shoes, beaming. "Carry me away to kiss me in a place more secluded than this?"

"My command, milady." Scoop, run.

She nestles comfortably against him.

"I feel very portable, you know."

"I hope that's to your liking, because you will not stop being very portable anytime soon."

"No, it's all right, if I weren't okay with being carried I'd have asked for a date location that was more local." She wiggles happily to a slightly better position, then leans against him, smiling.

"You are extremely attractive and I desire to register that I feel very tempted to kiss you right now."

"Good thing we're going to a secluded kissing location, then, isn't it?"

"Yes it is. Do you have a preference? We could go to my place, or stop sooner."

"Whichever you'd prefer," she says, knowing which one that'll be.

She's correct! He can find a secluded spot in a nearby village where he can carefully set her down and then—

—well they do have a purpose here, don't they? He needn't breathe, but the apt metaphor is still a drowning man in need of air.