And he would - he'd court her all over again. Because he knew he was different than he had once been. He wasn't the elf she remembered, for all that he was all at once. She deserved nothing less than the best of him, for all that she'd always managed to see all of him as well. He knew there were still blocks ahead of them, but he trusted they would get through them.

France grinned at her and gave her slim waist an affectionate squeeze. "I want to." He would focus on a wardrobe for her at first. Little gifts later would start showing up, when she wasn't watching.