To be honest, she hadn't really imagined it one way or the other. Some girls, she knew, dreamed of falling in love and expressing that in such a way as this; she'd never paid it much mind. She hadn't thought clearly that she even could have some sort of say in how and when this happened and with who, at least until now. She wasn't sure how to say any of that, really, but it was felt.

That same practicality, she figured, was why she couldn't help but discuss this so. More flowery, lyrical terms -- well, they belonged to someone else, maybe, because for all she cared about Jon and for all she felt for him, she knew neither of them were exactly much for poetry. It wouldn't have suited. "I think it sounds wonderful," she murmured, grinning.

Then, more mischievously, "I'd say there are plenty of things for us to learn about each other before we..." It trailed off, suggestive, as she tipped her head to press a kiss to the column of his throat.