"I'm pretty sure at least half the blame belongs to you," he says, gesturing down at the lower half of his body with a laugh. He opens his palm against hers, fanning his fingers out and marching them against her own. "Takes two to tango, sweetheart." There's nowhere he's rather be, he's certain of that, and he's so pleased that the night has gone so well.

She echoes his thoughts, and he smirks. "Good date indeed," he agrees, returning her kiss and catching her lips for another quick one before she's able to pull away. "I've never said it before," he admits. "Never told anyone I love them before, not like this. He's not sure why he feels the need to tell her that; maybe because he wants her to know just how important this has been to him, even though he's fairly certain they're on the same page here. Still, she's had a serious relationship before, something she's got on him despite his many more years of life experience. "And I can say that this is, without a doubt, the best date ever. Not only because of the sex." He winks. "Promise."