[He's just about to promise it, or promise that he's going to do everything he can to make it happen for her, when she's throwing herself at him with enough force to knock him back.

He lets himself go, laughing, arms wrapping around her to make sure she stays with him. It's not a very far fall back, the stairs are shallow but they still keep him from ending flat on his back, but its definitely reclined with her body on top of his.

Which is a very nice weight to feel.

So is the bite of her nails, which does short out his thoughts for a tick.

Maybe it would even be enough to steal his focus entirely - if she weren't so utterly happy, more than happy enough for him to feel the response to that in his own chest. His hands spread against her back, press a little to keep her close, and he lets himself laugh, lets himself feel that pure pleasure of knowing he's done something wonderful for her. Or - will do.]

I promise. I'll get the moon for you. Don't make me wait too long though at clearing your schedule for an evening. I don't want to miss this.