[He leaned into that swipe, watching her nibble on the berry with an almost predatory gleam in his eye. He'd been about to lean in to kiss her when she started to talk again, making him draw back and eye her more fully.]

... It wasn't my intent to... spring anything on you, love. It's the festival. I-- well, I thought maybe you might like to enjoy a little fun here and there. I'll admit, I think you could do with a little stepping outside those high walls you put up, but I'd never want to make you truly uncomfortable. I just... well. I suppose I don't want you to miss out on what we have here. We're going home, eventually. I don't know what exactly that means, or what it will, so... I want this. I want all of it. As much as I can have with you. But only as much as you're okay with.