"Perhaps I like how you stink," Isetriel argues with yet another chuckle, snorting before she realizes how ridiculous that sounds. It slipped from her, truthfully, and she's fully aware of how unattractive that may have appeared.

"I mean--" No, no there is no taking it back. Isetriel wrinkles her nose at that thought, but the expression is quickly abolished when he kisses her again.

She does, however, catch him staring at her chest, and it has her humming thoughtfully. Isetriel does much the same to his pants as he does to hers, making short work of the button before letting them drop into the heap they have created. And she is just about to make a devious remark of his staring, but his words stop her. Her lips part, eyes wide when they look to him. It isn't that he has never complimented her before, but... In this setting, this light, it shocks her. As if she has never heard it before.

Those three words changed everything so quickly, enough to give her whiplash. But there is shock and surprise in this that she has never felt before, a new feeling that brightens the darkness that has shrouded her in his absence. The Isetriel before all this might have teasingly worked at her breastband while staring at him. The Isetriel now can't bear to tease when he so fondly speaks of her.

"And so are you..." She replies, her words as soft as his own. Almost at a whisper.

Isetriel takes his hands, guiding them to her chest to let him take care of the remainder of her garments. The smirk to her expression melts away, fondness in her gaze when she reaches down to gently pull down his underwear.

"I've missed you so, Liaran. So much."