[ She sees a faint gleaming in his eyes that bids her to wonder how he feels about what she's said - but his words distract her from further scrutinizing that momentary look, and she's helpless against the notion that he's reciprocating the meaning which the flowers carry right back to her. With a smile, she carefully picks another stalk of gladiolus from his hair and tucks it into a seam somewhere on his tunic. ]

I would like that, too. But here - this way, I'll still be with you even after we part ways...

[ She leans in to press a brief, soft kiss to his lips and then simply just... embraces him, for a while. She has no idea how much time truly passes, but surely they cannot draw this moment together out for too much longer. So with that, she slips back into the makeshift characters they've been playing for the evening. ]

I shan't speak to a soul of our clandestine meeting this evening, milord, but I shall be thinking of you until the morning comes.