Dazed was good, right? Goodness knows he dazed her quite a bit before they ended up on the couch together. She drank in the sight of his face, her free hand moving up to caress his cheek as she watched him, leaning a little closer again. "I love you, Rean," she whispered quietly, adoringly, right before she leaned in to claim his lips with a gentle, tender kiss, though this time she lingered a bit longer to tentatively brush her tongue past his lips again. It was a strange new sensation, but the fact that Rean hadn't recoiled or anything from it (quite the opposite really) was encouraging.