And the tide of worry that rushed in at that little murmur and that little fidget ebbed away just as swiftly as it came in with those words, leaving behind a wash of relief and a little embarrassment that he'd felt he'd needed to worry at all. "You're quite welcome, Vette," he said, beaming, leaning into her with an appreciative nuzzle. "And thank you for providing me with the absolute exquisite inspiration and for being so completely willing to just be whisked away on the capricious whim of an infatuated fool, only to be caught in the rain and having to listen to me babble on and on about myself for an eternity."