Cerulean Cape hey-- i was doing just fine before i met you

Tine almost glowed under the compliments-- her ego was already huge and gold plated. She really didn't need more, but the girl would certainly never reject a compliment. You're too sweet... The shadow said softly.
Before she could say anything more, Engel said something-- love, and she was prepared to feel bitter. Disappointed. Angry. Was he already there, when she was not even close? But he cut himself short, and Tine found she was content to leave it be (if a little curious). Whatever he had been about to say, either it was unimportant or he had, in a rare display of observance, sensed that she wasn't ready. Either way, Tine nuzzled into him lovingly.
I'm... really cold. The complaint was sudden, coming after a few beats of silence following his unfinished sentence. She dared not touch that. Instead she was realizing she actually was cold. The shadow looked at Engel a little expectantly; if he enjoyed their closeness, now was clearly his chance.