Ah, he'd like nothing more. How lovely that sounds to him right now. iT makes him miss his own horse quite fiercely. Fat Ninny is surely living out his old age pampered in a stable right now...

But. Other very pleasant concerns at the moment instead. He lifts his eyes to hers, leaning up to press a kiss to her jawline. "As yourself," he murmurs. "Only what you wish to show." No need to be queen. Just - herself.