[A green blush bloomed over Spock face... but his small smile remained as he hummed once more.
Placing a hand on her hips, he stood...

After all these years... she could still make him blush.]

Would you be amenable to a walk home Ashaya? The stars are quiet aesthetically pleasing tonight... though I must admit, not as pleasing as you.

[Spock brushed a hand against hers... a small Vulcan kiss. Something that he would never do in public. Sensitive hands and all that.]