He, despite his sudden resolve to serious himself up, found that resolve very suddenly crumbled in the face of Aleksandra and her bewitchery. He wrapped his arms around her as she came up to do the same to him, feeling his own shirt pressing against him, worn by another. He let himself be taken by her kisses, and reciprocated with some amount of restraint; he let her go easily enough, not wanting to get drawn into wasting the morning away doing things he was not yet ready for, in several meanings of it.

Aulfr's lips curled up into an even wider smile, as she spoke. He let her take the khopesh away from him, though he made sure to trail his fingers along her hand as it withdrew, and watched attentively enough- though every glance Aleksandra shot at his eyes (if uncommon) told her that he wasn't entirely focused on the moves that she was making, so much as just her moving.

"I agree completely; 'twas something I was going to suggest, had you not suggested it first. And, hm, I think you mumbled something inbetween there. Didja mean to say something?"

He leaned in a little closer, suddenly very, very mischievous. 

"It almost sounded like you said, [i]I love you.[/i]"