He really doesn't want it to end. When they part finally, he moves forward a tiny bit, chasing Byleth's lips before he catches himself. He doesn't feel deserving of being this... happy. In this moment. Is he ever deserving of Byleth? He knows he'd probably be scolded for saying something like that. He's probably bright red right now. He wants to wrap himself around this man, right now, but his body is afraid to move, afraid to wake up from this dream.

It must be a dream, right? Byleth touching him, kissing him so tenderly.

The question catches him off guard. There's... implications, naturally. Is there? He won't assume, but it doesn't stop him from truly flushing a deep red from his neck up to the tips of his ears.

"Yes. Please." And every night after, if the Goddess is good.