[He laughs, returning the gesture of sticking his tongue out at her but unable to keep "composed" as such for long.

The walk is still something. He cannot help but babble.]

There is so much I haven not yet witnessed here, my dear Meulin. So much in which I have not yet partaken. Time may pass but wonder ceases not! My matesprit, there is so much. The opportunities are vast before us!

[He walks faster, looker for ways to great his girl all the sooner. He does not mind if it interrupts his breath, for he talks anyway.]