[The recital of the haiku gets Thoma to tear his gaze away from the night sky to look over to Ayaka. A simple poem, and yet says so much to him than a few syllables normally would. He can feel his own face heat with a light brush of pink, hidden only beneath the red that already as struck his face from the cold.

His hand falls over his chest as Thoma's expression softens, giving a slight nod to her.]

A beautiful and well-spoken poem, milady. I don't think there's a better way of expressing this picturesque evening we've come to enjoy together than that. It really does feel like we've come across a small, wonderful little oasis to call our own, doesn't it?

[With their own little cottages to do with as they please, a little slice of paradise where one can feel free of previous obligations and see things from a completely different perspective. When he thinks that, his eyes widen a little at Ayaka, the feeling of buzzing in his chest that wasn't there previously. He wipes the surprise off of his face almost as soon as it had shown up, afraid of the implications of what it just was that he'd felt, replacing it with a small smile.]

I've got an idea. Since this pool is heated, why don't we go inside and change, and come out to enjoy it? Would that please you?

[Then they can get more drinks too, he thinks.]