She only hums her agreement, her mouth otherwise occupied. She does not rush. Each kiss is slow, thorough, appreciated. She explores his mouth with her tongue with care, her hands stroking through his hair. She pauses a moment at that, chuckles a little. "I love your hair." She pulls back enough to look at him, her eyes shining as she pushes a lock back from his face. "I don't think I had told you. It struck me from the first, how beautiful it is."