"His fingers tightened on mine, and I looked up. He was smiling at me. And looked so un-High-Lord-like with the glowing dust on the side of his face that I grinned back. I hadn't even realized what I'd done until his own smile faded, and his mouth parted slightly. "Smile again," he whispered. I hadn't smiled for him. Ever. Or laughed. Under the Mountain, I had never grinned, never chuckled. And afterward... And this male before me...my friend... For all that he had done, I have never given him either. Even when I had just...I had just painted something. On him. For him. I'd--painted again. So I smiled at him, broad and without restraint. "You're exquisite," he breathed."