[ A pause, then a meek nod as he returns his face to Keita's hair, suddenly rather shy. Clairvoyance. He doesn't know how to feel, honestly, about being known a little too well, but at the very least it's taking talking out of the equation. (It's more of a relief than he'd anticipated. He's spent so much of his life talking for a living that he's forgotten what it's like when he doesn't need to speak at all...)

That confession puts Midnight right back in his wheelhouse, though. He laughs, knowing Keita can feel it where he hides at his chest. ]

I know a thing or two about romance. Gifts of any sort are treasures, my darling, if they come from the heart, and if they come from someone truly beloved.

[ Midnight nuzzles into Keita's hair. ]

And you are truly beloved. I'll give you flowers, if you like, for your clockwork, and your love, and for the way your face lights a whole room when a smile crosses it. I'll give you anything you want, my love... Anything your heart desires.