Cyril chuckled, "You look beautiful," he said, his voice sincere in that he would always find her to be the most beautiful and amazing thing in the world. Her clothes didn't matter in the slightest to him. He leaned down and pressed a small kiss to her lips, light, just a greeting, but something that he needed just as much as he needed to see her as often as possible. "So did you want to go out and about now, or later?" he asked, "I haven't eaten yet," he confessed, "I was a bit too anxious to get over here to really think about it."