In her heart of hearts, Serene still feels that her love died that day on the mountainside when Cinder was murdered. That had been a love that had grown over years, forming between two children who only had each other against the terrible world. She looks down for a moment as the part of her that has never let go of him quails at the thought of putting anyone in his place.

"...Love is a weighty word, but I still crave for affection and attraction." They are being honest here and that is as honest as she can be without souring her own mood. She looks up at him and shrugs, shooting him a half smile.

"I have spent the last year riding with the oryx, and though I had friends to sate my sexual urges, my flat faced appearance was off-putting. I am so tired of mere fucking with my faced turned down, no matter how clever their tongues and their thrusts."

There is only so far she herself can decouple as well. She steps in closer, raising her fingers to stroke his jaw as she murmurs. "May I kiss you?"