As surprises go, love is a nice one. Warm and safe, if he's got any kind of luck. This one should be one of the lucky ones. Even if she does give him cavities someday. All that sweetness mellows nicely when mixed with his more pragmatic charms.

Frea makes a soft sound of regret when she has to step back so they can dance, but she's soon smiling again. Hand in hand is one of her favorite ways to be with him. The warmth of his hand on her back is comforting. His touching her is always right. Her eyes drift shut when they start to move, peaceful and content.

"Oh?" Something made him think of her? That alone is sweet. She looks up at him again when he starts to quote. Then her eyes start getting misty. "Oh, Han, that's beautiful. Thank you."

She isn't going to cry. Well. She's trying not to cry. But poetry is a rare thing in her life and he's not the sort of suitor she expected it from. It's more precious to her for being a surprise. She wants to return the kindness, but poetry doesn't come readily to mind for her. It's up to her own poor words.

"You remind me of the stone that starts an avalanche," she offers after some thought, her lower lip catching between her teeth when she hesitates, sure sign of her worry that she'll say it wrong. "It seems like such a small thing, one stone skittering down a mountainside. But it starts other things moving, bigger and bigger, until there's no avoiding the rush. And right after, people look at where it's gone and what it's caused and think only of the destruction. But the wounds heal, and there's good in it too. It forces change. Mountains don't like change, but they need it too."