"And now we can do that and call it a date, which is, like, the best of every world, right?" Gentaro thinks as much, and--after a moment where he forgets about her horns and nearly stabs himself in the face--he turns his head to smile into her hair.

"I just wanted to make sure," he answers, pulling away enough to rest his chin on the crest of her hornbed and continue talking. "I mean, maybe I'm biased but it seems pretty clear somebody'd be putting the moves on the coolest troll of all time." His arm under hers tightens around her.