[Even at night, the blush that comes to his neck and cheeks can be seen through the low light of the magic lanterns he'd put in place before their arrival, and he lets out another soft, self-deprecating laugh, wrinkling his nose slightly.]

It's too much, isn't it? I'm sorry— I have that way about me, I'm afraid.

[Or he does now. He has always, he suspects, been over the top in a myriad of ways, but now, having much of his recent time be borrowed... he would rather not waste a moment of it, and as it was magic that first brought them together, he cannot help but wish to share more of that with her.]

I know you're not fond of compliments, but please forgive me when I say you're well worth the effort. I've— not had someone see me for a very long time.