As Kate noticed the cross hanging from his neck, her fingers came to it, tracing it with her tips. Her touch strayed then towards a couple fo faint bruises on Matt's chest. They were surrounded by all types of scares that, like white stripes, crossed his torso. It was a nice collection, impressive at the very least. Some old ones, some much fresher. Kate herself was starting to gather some. Maybe her days wearing bikinis will end soon? Maybe she won't care. If anything, her career as an athlete was as good as a cover as a one piece swimsuit could be, all things considered.

As Matt kissed her neck, Kate tilted her head, giving him better access and humming with satisfaction once their lips met. Her gaze softened, noticing how his own eyes seemed to be focused somewhere bellow her own.

"Hey," she called out of him softly, grabbing his hand and guiding his palm up until she was able to kiss it. "Matt, I swear to you. I can't think of a single thing that would be better than this." She guides his palm to her face, knowing that even if Dream had not giver her this gift, she would be happy to be seen through his touch. And yet --

"It's exciting for me, too." She insisted. "Like, I don't need it to live. I'm super happy with what we have. But, you know, I'm curious. Of what your reactions will be like. I honestly can't think of a better idea than this." Because she was lucky too. So very lucky to have him. And she wanted to share all the magic in this world with him. That which was supernatural, but mostly what surrounded them in their every day. "Maybe tonight I can show you Paris."