Amora ran a hand gently across his cheek, loving the feeling of his hair against her fingers. "Your cursed self is more humane than you think. He- you- have done much to care for me, and I can't thank you enough for it." She kissed him again, this time on the lips. This was the kind of romance she wanted, nevermind the ever present thought of Screwtape bursting in on them. "I... never want to leave you..." she whispered, tucking her head near his neck.