His heart is still going a million miles a minute - though it's starting to slow down - and he's pulled from his groggy exhaustion by her voice. He can practically feel the flush of warm run through him - affection and something near to pride. He feels the smile pull at his lips, unbidden.

He doesn't say anything - words lost to him, for a moment. Instead he lazily brings a hand up to gently caress her cheek, and then with two fingers very gently try to get her to raise her head, leaning in to press a warm, slow kiss to her lips as soon as she was in range. He smiled against her mouth and murmured.

"Don't even hold a candle to you."