He drew her closer, green eyes meeting blue as he felt a shiver at his real name upon her lips. Instead of moving in for another kiss, his lips grazed past her cheek, close to her ear, where warm words and warm breath both left themselves upon her.<br/><br/>"Milady Miranda," he whispered quietly, his arms encircling her to keep her warmly pressed against his body, "our names do not change our hearts. Would that we could run off to some land, where Murnau and LaVelle were unheard of, would you feel any differently of me?"<br/><br/>His mouth was so close, it felt as if every word were a tiny kiss upon her skin, and his arms trembled about her, as if afraid to lose her at any moment.