Her hands rested light as birds upon his shoulders; her eyes were steady in his, and very close.
"D'you love me?" she asked, her voice so calm, so pure, somehow so like a singing star.
He choked.
"A bit—sometimes."
"Then I'll whisper you," she said.
Her beautiful little arms, wreathing about his neck, drew his ear to her lips.
She whispered.
He chuckled deeply.
"Good," he said, and added—"Is that all?"
She released him and withdrew.