"Mmmmm, I look forward to all of it." Azwel gives a long, gentle sigh. He has no idea what caused him to have such wonderful luck as to have her in his life. He's so... contented, here.

Gently he curls his arms around her to pull her toward him and kiss her softly and lingeringly. "To think I'd find someone so perfect in his dreadful city," he murmurs. "To think I'd find love." He kisses her again, hand slipping into her hair, warm against her scalp.