Heron Lake Plateau Troy, this is Midsomer

Aaa! You're so much better at capturing all that than me! <3  Shall we wrap and have the shiny new thread?!

He was running on fumes.  After all the recent days of traveling and nights of bad sleep in unfamiliar lands, Quixote had tossed his stored anger and frustration on the fire to feed this show of defiance and enjoy himself, and now all that was keeping him going were a few remaining blissful embers.  He was going to crash and he was going to crash hard, just a matter of when.

At Raven's touch, he uttered a happy whine, tail beating softly on the ground behind him.  God, he could probably live for days off of a little affection if he tried -- he was so lucky to have found her tonight.  If the world stopped turning, he'd probably be okay with it ending on this note.

It was only in the name of preventing what might have been an endless loop of kisses that he spoke, voice soft and uncertain, If you don't mind, I kinda want to stick around.  It was, needless to say, a kind of sheepish question-statement-thing, but one where he felt he needed Raven's approval nonetheless.  Whether it was just the hormones or a wish that this would turn into something more (even if they kind of went about things in the wrong order), who knew, but he wanted to stay with her.  Before, someone had always ended up saying, 'Well... Bye,' and he didn't want to get his hopes up only to be chased off in ten minutes.