"Well, then, I guess you'd probably be dumping my ass right about now," he replies, keeping up the charade because he's not about to tell her that he's foreignly admitted he loves her at whatever the hell o'clock it is right now. He's maybe not thinking the most clearly right now, but he's definitely aware enough that this isn't the right time for that. Maybe tomorrow. "Yeah, Gregson isn't all that German, it's very English. If you were Kate Geiszler, I might have been more careful with the Deutsch talk."

He rests his head against hers, and he sighs softly, taking this moment to appreciate the fact that he has someone in his life he can do this with--be next to in bed, talking about anything, just being content with each other's company. And yeah, he's pretty sure he might sleep in embarrassingly late tomorrow between the nightmare and the love confessions but at least this night will have ended on what he's considering a high note. "Du bist schön," he says, and it surprises him a little because he hadn't even really meant for it to come out in German. "Look what you've started."