They react similarly to his words; she freezes, surprised and unsure if she heard him correctly. She lifts her gaze first, then her head, to search his expression. What she sees makes what they just did seem like a small thing, in comparison.

"You do?" She can barely get it above a whisper, for fear that she'll suddenly wake up and find it all a dream. He loves her. She's loved.

"Arthur..." Her eyes fill as she practically leaps upon him with a hard, half-badly aimed so she catches only one side of his mouth, kiss. She adjusted immediately and kisses him again, and again, holding his face in both her hands.