She listened quietly. At this point she wasn't sure if the warmth on her face was from the fireplace or a blush.
He didn't seem to even realize he was doing it, but his voice was low and warm - perfect for songs by a fire. "Do you have a ribbon?" he murmured after a moment.
"I am too," he said warmly, leaning back in the couch and considering her. "But we should figure out a plan."