Redhawk Caldera If we're talking body

[fuzzy feelings intensify]

Fox smiled sweetly at his declaration, and the warm, fuzzy feelings intensified. The longer Fox was with Peregrine, the closer the two of them became, and the more she appreciated his sentiments. It was one thing to be briefly infatuated by somebody (a fling, perhaps!) but another entirely to stick by somebody's side for months and months. Hopefully, those months would turn in to years. The thought of splitting up was not something Fox would ever be able to comprehend. The only thing that could tear her away from Peregrine was the cruel scythe of death.

"You'd be surprised by how bubbly you can be," she said with a snicker. Perry had been positively feisty when she'd first met him, although she had to admit that the both of them had toned it down considerably. Maybe that was just something that children did to you. "And I don't think I can fault you for looking!" she added. "Look, don't touch. Isn't that how it goes?" It wasn't like their bits weren't in full view most of the time, anyway.