[When the kiss ends, she's breathless, a fountain of energy for an entirely different reason than being her normal self. Iona laughs at Claude's insolence; it's what makes him Claude. Infuriating, fascinating, and finally, hers. She can't get enough of him, just a taste is enough to make her swoon in a way she wouldn't be able to explain to anyone else. It's the start of something new between them, an intimidating thought in itself, but Iona is more than ready to sprint. She had been waiting for a while now after all.]

You're terrible! [Of course, she chases him with another kiss, quick and playful, never fully closing the distance, and never fully separating from him either.]

I'm prepared, you know? We've... It's been a long month.

[Sighing tiredly, but contentedly, Iona lays her head against his shoulder.]

... And I know it's going to be new and I might mess up again, but... I'll just spoil you every now and then. No one else is up to it, so you know I'm the best one for the job.

[She had hated the irrationality of how people treated Claude's existence, confronted it with a furious conviction as if to try and prove that people were worth love and care and worth acknowledging that they could knock over the box they were born in and find a happiness that was just for them.

She prays in her heart that she can be part of his.

Iona lifts her head up and playfully flicks some of his mussed hair with her fingers.]

But now you just need to spoil me back so we can be even every now and then. Does that sound fair?