The way he's looking at her, how he's speaking, it reminds her of their second date: doves and rats. Watch her fly. It'd damn near broke her heart then, it's killing it now. Kissing him back, she cradles his face, keeping it just as slow and tender as he was, but then she wraps her arms around him, lifting him clean out of the water. They hover there, her easily keeping them both aloft. "Sorry, Remy, it ain't a spectator sport. Guess you'll just hafta come along."