Combeferre made a soft murmur of surprise. “Oh-“ He felt himself blushing anew and searched her face for signs of uncertainty - not for the sake of propriety, but from a deeply held sense of honor. She seemed nervous, yes, but her gaze held steady. “I would like that very much,” he said finally, pressing his lips to her forehead. “If you are sure."
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Date: 2014-01-03 04:10 pm (UTC)