Pietro laughed softly. “Well right now there’s just water around, so you’re not missing too much.” He sighed. “Can’t you, like, tap into my emotions or something to get some idea about it?”
She cocked her head up at him, gaze going soft. “I can tell how you love it, but I can’t see through your eyes. Besides, you don’t like me in your mind.” Lifting a hand, she brushed her fingertips over his cheek. “As well ask me to explain what the sense of your emotion is like.”