[He can't help but study her face as they break, waiting for her answer. He notes how she turns red- he's sure that he's red as well- but the answer makes his heart swell a little, glad to hear her say she felt good. It procures a smile from him, warm and happy. And though he didn't mean to embarrass her, he sort of...likes seeing this reaction from her. It doesn't make him feel like he did something wrong, rather, it feels more like he did something right.

And that, at the end of the day, is what he wants anyhow.]

I'm glad to hear it. Don't worry, there's plenty of petals still floating around, even if the prospect of going after them is a little terrifying right now...

[Because after kissing, he feels like whatever is scaring him really isn't something that he needs to worry about hiding. Like a lot of things here, it seems that magically forcing things upon them is A Thing, and that's probably what this is.]

But, ah, milady...

[He wants to address this, but thinks better of it. Maybe not now. Maybe later. He feels like there's still things he needs to figure out for himself first.]

Never mind. Let's just focus on getting them back and getting back home.