If there was ever anything he didn't need to fear in their relationship, it was that he would turn into a tyrant over her. That she would even let him, indeed, would be its own fantasy.

Her silly joke pulling him into a mood for levity, and she was glad for it. Glad enough to give him another kiss, this time on the cheek. "Very well. I shall endeavor to act as a woman of several thousand years. I'm not sure I will be able to do this very easily, but if it is your desire, my heart, you need only consider it done."

Starting to pepper his face with little fluttering kisses is not, perhaps, the way to start off this declaration. But she does it anyway.