"What would you decide if it were up to you?" It seems these mortal conflicts have always gone on and on, no one ever closer to finding the solution all can agree on.

That kiss is enough to begin melting away how much she actually cares about the conversation, and only when their lips part does she remember there were points being made. Even as her mouth finds a place against his neck to kiss, she murmurs.

"We could continue this conversation by the hearth," she offers, not meaning it in any way and not expecting him to actually take her up on it.