Moonspear [m] the suspension of disbelief

This next question nearly had him hollering, Yes, yes you fucking do! It's all I've thought about for fucking weeks! It was her own checks that knocked the wind from his sails — and the air from his lungs. His relief at her not understanding his own misunderstanding was likely palpable, so he was eager to hurry the conversation along.

Except to the next question, maybe.

Kindle had never thought himself a coward in the past, though, and he wasn't about to start now. He forced down his embarrassment and replied, bluntly,

"No. Not really, anyway." He braved a little smile. "If you don't count me'n'my cousin promising to marry each other when we were about four months old. I've been out roving with my older cousins, too — but I was shy back then. Nothin' came of it."

He returned the question: "What about you?"