[ He's not allowed to say things like that when she's already feeling sentimental. Noire hesitates, peering up at him through lowered lashes, before her hand moves to brush their fingers together. ]

You always talk about me... like I'm someone amazing. [ each pause is punctuated by another kiss as she works her way up. ] When all this time, I've always been so grateful that I had the chance to meet someone like you at all. I can't imagine leaving you, Morgan.