Her eyes flick, here and there, over his face before her lips turn into a smile, her arms sliding around his waist so she can step into his personal space. She might be a little more awkward were it anyone else, but this is Dorian. She feels safe with him.

Her hands squeeze the fabric of his shirt gently.

"I'll do my best. I don't intend to go anywhere any time soon, so you're quite stuck with me."