Dylan smiled, "C'est très bien, mon amour. Oui, je suis à toi, tu es à moi, et tout ce que je suis t'appartient." he murmured. "Il fait plutôt chaud, tu sais. Que tu puisses parler français" he smiled.

(Translations : That's very good, my love. Yes, I am yours, you are mine, and all that I am belongs to you. It's pretty hot, you know. That you can speak French)

"You know French?!" She grinned, excited.

Dylan grinned, chuckling. "Yeah, took French all through high school. Got my seal of biliteracy,"

"That's so romanic!" She grinned.

"Oui, mon amour," he hummed.

Dylan smiled, kissing her cheek, trailing down to her neck. "Tu es si belle, tu sais? Absolument magnifique."

"I don't feel beautiful most days. With you, though? I feel amazing." She stated.

"Darling, you're stunning," he whispered against her neck, "Absolutely gorgeous,"

"I'm glad you think so." She grinned.

Dylan smiled, kissing her neck once again. "Absolutely stunning,"