Silas was completely lost in the kiss, in the feeling of Daria's lips moving against his own. He couldn't remember his dreams last night, but he knew that this was better than anything he could have imagined. He allowed Daria to pull away from the kiss, despite how some part of him wanted to bring her soft, sweet lips back against his own and never let her leave. To be honest, he was breathless, in more ways than one, stunned, confused, but oh so happy, so very, very happy. He laughed softly at her question, a rumble that vibrated in his chest, a small, genuine smile playing on his lips. His first genuine smile in what felt like forever. "Only if you'll be my girlfriend," he responded, his tone gentle for once, not guarded, not cold, just real, genuine.