His words are so lovely she’s speechless. As is perhaps usual with him, what began as a tease has become something far more intimate. In lieu of words she kisses him back, with less passion but considerably more warmth.
He can’t help the smile that finds his lips as she kisses him, pulling her closer to him as if it is even at all possible. “I love you, don’t doubt that, okay?”
“How can I /possibly/ doubt it when you say such lovely things to me?” she purrs, snuggling close. Her hands steal under his shirt, pulling close for her part. “Cariad, fy nghariad, Medraut, rydych yn llawer rhy dda i mi.”