<span style="font-style: italic">Wipe that stupid grin off your face!</span>Dimitri told himself, as the kiss ended. he could just feel it in his lips, outside of the tingling sensation he considered to be an electric bliss, that he was smiling like a fool watching a bull charge a duck. Or something to that effect anyway. He didn't wipe the grin off his face, of course, he couldn't help it. There was this new foreign thing that he was able to do now, something that made him feel like there was tingling from his lips to his toes. He couldn't even explain it, but it was a new sensation. One he was absolutely in love with. He practically valued that feeling more than oxygen itself. And so he just stared at her, completely struck by some strange feeling he couldn't understand. She was absolutely a gem, and he couldn't help but just let out a sigh full of happiness before he decided to answer her questions.<br/><br/>He reached for her hand that was on his forehead. He just enjoyed having his hand paired with her hand. It felt like completion, almost. Like he was holding on to something that he just didn't want to let go. And not just magical because she was a mermaid, something better. "Midnight- I mean. That's my adopted dad's last name, Midnight. And so, I just kinda go by it. My real father didn't really go by a surname, and even if he had I'd probably just go with this one. It's what I'd want my kids to go by if I ever have any." Dimitri said, elaborating a lot on his last name. "As for my favorite movie... I haven't really..." He paused. "I've never watched an entire movie from start to finish." He shrugged, he'd never really had time. "My favorite food, ironically, is steak." He'd grown up with cows, but never entirely was the closest with them.<br/><br/>"I think Boston sure has its perks. I mean, if you can't see these stars at night, I suppose the next best thing is the neon signs. The brick paths and the streets are amazing, and I just love the amount of activity. But at the same time, I guess I'm not the greatest when it comes to being in the city. I love soil, dirt, clean water. I love knowing my neighbors over seeing them when they walk by. I wouldn't say I love Boston. But, it's nice, it has its own perks for sure." Dimitri said, giving her a smile. "That's a lie. I do love Boston. It's where I found you." He felt how clique that was the moment he said it, but he didn't care. He didn't think there was a single thing that could ruin that moment. "My turn for a question." Dimitri said, still giving her a smile. "Does it bother you, the way I talk? My accent?" He said, finding that her mimicking of him earlier was still on his mind. What if it was a problem? Or unattractive?