She loves him so much, it honestly shouldn't be possibly. The sounds she makes at the kiss to her hand slips out soft and somewhere between awed and wounded, and she pushes to her knees to kiss him.

After a long, achingly sweet kiss, she pulls back to whisper, "The things you say, Nicholas Scratch. So tell me, will you do me the honor of not just spending Lupercalia with me, but remaking it however we want?"