[Jason has remarked to her once or twice that he doesn't want his eyes to betray his emotions and in her personal opinion that would be a shame because she thinks it's one of his better qualities, how open and clear they are to read. She understands the need to be able to mask your emotions and assert control, she learned how to do that even before she became Dove, through ballet. But it never extended to the eyes, those she's always thought should be left alone to broadcast a person's feelings, their soul, their passion.

And the passion she sees in Jason's eyes in this moment is almost overwhelming, but in such a pleasant way. She opens her mouth to say something, maybe something that would break this moment, but nothing comes out but a soft sigh as the hand on his neck slides around to gently caress his jawline and cheek.]