Oh, that's right! He keeps forgetting she has safe houses in her own world, as well. They really are absolutely even in this. It's a remarkable balance, each independent but happy to join up and share affection in this place between worlds.

If he were slightly less drunk he'd come up with something poetic about that. If he were slightly more drunk, he would giggle like a loon and drag her into more kissing. He's at a nice even buzz, though, and inclined to just let her take over for the moment. She's good at it.

"My Valkyrie," he repeats with a cheerful hum. "Who is never boring. I feel very fortunate."