To Llewellyn, he was special. The detective beamed a little. “Thank you, but I do believe they come naturally to me when you are the subject.” He responded with a light, pleased tone.

He was more than happy to be kissed by his love, to let Rhy lean in close and capture his lips and to linger in it. To kiss back lightly, unable to keep himself from smiling gently. It was things like this, like dancing or just being arm in arm… Things that he would not take for granted for even a moment that they could enjoy freely without a need for fear or worry about being discrete like they would have in his world. Yes, he’d come a long way from the days where he’d be looking over their shoulders at such things.