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Totally thought I replied to this, lma

His teasing insult goads a laugh out of her. But at the root of it is a warmth that burbled from her toes to the tips of her ears. He wanted to know her, all of her, her culture. 
"Agapé...it means...beloved. But more than that. In Greece, there is more than one way to say I love you, and no one says it unless they mean it. There is different kinds of love." 
She paused for a moment, trying to decide how best to explain. 
"There is Eros...which is the love for the body. Eros is passionate, lustful pleasure. It is the love that will make you persue me against your senses in the spring." She says this as though it is a matter of fact. It was her mother who taught her, that in spring a type of madness makes men rut. She continues smoothly, "Phillia is the love between best friends or siblings. It is an innocent, free, giving love. Next is Storge. That is the love between parent and child. It is the love of kin." she explained softly.
"S'agapo. Means I love you. Wholly and completely. As yourself. It is the divine love, the highest love. The love that completely gives of yourself." Her eyes are Misty. She hoped the boy wasn't overwhelmed by the meaning. It wasn't a word that was used flippantly, after all.