He almost said me too, but it wouldn't have been exactly true. It wasn't that he wanted her to stay so much as that he wished she hadn't ever gotten up from the bed in the first place. The spell that had been keeping them together in the same plane of existence had already been broken. He had been about as intelligent and useful as a mountain troll since she'd gotten up, and she was so graceful and elegant by comparison she seemed almost ethereal. It wasn't as though she could stay now. He couldn't wrap his arms around this clothed and poised variation of Miss Zelda; he could barely bring himself to touch her, in the limited way required to help close her corset.

Instead of answering he cast about for his underclothes and hastily put them on after finding them at the foot of the bed. This minimal amount of clothing gave him the confidence to stand up and catch her elbow, then lean in for a quick but still relatively deep kiss.

"That was..." he started, intending to compliment her and try to convey some sense of how enjoyable their liaison had been for him. He realized only after he'd started speaking that he didn't have any appropriate adjectives in his vocabulary to describe it. What was he supposed to say? That it was good? Fun? That likely would have insulted her.