Isaiah looked down at Irenia with a dreamy-eyed look as if he had just broke from a haze or awoken from a very good dream. She was intoxicating to him. No sooner had she pulled away, his lips pulled her right back for one more small kiss he didn't know how long this would last and he wanted to make it count. His hands moved down to her hips and he laid his forehead onto hers. "I hoped that calmed your doubts my queen."