It was more of a question than a proposal.

[ Fjord is unmoved by Molly's surprise, having expected it. He turns his head so they can see each other and traces along the curve of a horn with a thoughtful, solemn expression in tow. ]

Not right away, obviously, but some day. Will you do that with me?

[ His eyes are dark and dilated, taking in every inch of that astonished lavender face and wanting to exorcise Lucien from ever staring through it again. ]

I want this to last.