He laughs, low and quiet under his breath, a rich sound that echoes around them in the fog and across the water.

"You are like the warm wind off the ocean, whispering promises of a far away paradise. Torment. Sweet, sweet torment."

He bends his head as he speaks, both hands cradling her face now, and his brow almost resting against hers. His eyes play over the finest details of her face, as if he could read her thoughts by counting and recounting her eyelashes.