[ There is almost a fear in what lies ahead of them, but the fear is created out of an expectation of failure. Of believing that happiness is never placed upon those who have done wrong in some fashion. Cullen's guilt still has him in a vice grip, having him believe that a future with Neria is not a future he deserves. Much as he wants it. ]

[ But that does not stop him where he is now. Not with her silk cheek warm against his fingertips, dimples under his touch when she smiles and lets her modesty guide her gaze at her feet. Cullen ignores the guilt and disbelief for the distraction that her reaction to compliments creates. Even his face colors a touch, and his smile is gentle against her thumb. ]

I speak only the truth, my lady. It's how I feel.

[ At the mention of keeping this a secret, however? The smile goes a tad crooked. Cullen prefers his privacy, especially when it comes to his love life and what he does behind closed doors. It's unfortunate that a large fraction of his life is out in the open, surrounded by people who look to him for guidance. And it is much the same for Neria, too. People rely on them, follow them. But he catches that glimmer of amusement in her smile, and he can't help but feel some for himself. ]

I've... Thought about that frequently, yes. Knowing what lies between us, what feelings we have shared--

[ Cullen weakly chuckles, looking down as he shakes his head a touch. ]

While I do not worry about my ability to keep my hands to myself, I find that I may feel tortured and bound while you sit or stand a mere few feet away from me.

[ His gaze then shifts back to her, smile nearly a smirk. He won't admit it aloud, but the challenge is actually quite enticing. ]

But you are worth the wait. Every brief moment we share will be a treasure.

I cannot promise the strength of my patience behind closed doors, however. Can you?