"N-no...?"

He snickered easily, optics bright as he pulled away from huddling against her neck to stare up into her own. It was hard to resist the urge to duck back down as she continued. 'Brightspark'. He was such a silly fool.

"...Well. I hardly think you need such...ah, 'titles' for your own accomplishments and virtues to be known. More of which I still wish to learn, even if they are not...ahem. 'Virtues of the frame'."

...He was smitten, and it was obvious and he was so screwed.