[ He'll indulge in leaning in so that the bridge of his nose is snug against the slant of your jaw. What is it about you, here in this place, that he can't seem to breathe enough of you in.

Right: Arcadia.

Okay. Enough. Pulling back now and just... offering a slight shrug. ]

Do... do I still count as consort?

[ If that last word comes out awkwardly... it's because it's still pretty hard to say without sounding odd. To him, at least. ] I-it's just that... you know. I don't want to trip all over myself when we get there.

[ Yep. He's rubbing the back of his neck nervously now. ]