"I would argue that you are my goddess," he teases gently. "And worthy of all the worship befitting your role."

He sobers slightly, but his smile remains, faint as it is as he studies the stars above them. "Though if I am to make that argument, then I must also accept that I am worthy of the same from you, as we are equals," he adds. "Which I am...getting used to. That I am worthy of the same treatment."

Which is a big thing for him to say.