[The touches are soothing - his sigh is shaky as he leans in to her, but his smile becomes something just a little bit less pensive. His own warm hands rest on her shoulders, lightly rubbing thumbs in idle little circles.]

Well...okay. Danke, schatzi, I am just - this is new. Being...out still feels new.

[He lets out a breathless chuckle.]

If my Father could see me now, he would be furious. But I...I trust you, more than I ever really trusted him.

[He plants a soft kiss before backing up a little, his tail slithering outward to hook the red and black mounds of bustle skirt and pull the garment closer on the bed.]

What is the saying? Nothing ventured, nothing gained?