Nothing you have ever done was something I would call small or mundane.

[As lovely as the fingers in his hair are, this is so much more important. The vampire finally, finally lifts his head, from where it has settled, and he floats just a little more so that they are perfectly eye level with each other.]

Neither are you, Miss Belnades. [If they are to be as this began, then he shall go all the way to the start.] You never could be.