Isn't it ironic?
He knows that he shouldn't be doing this, here, with her. He is ill-suited to this sneaking around she so enjoys; for him it is the open skies and the light of day in which he is comfortable. Creeping out for a midnight rendezvous, skulking under the cover of darkness while his comrades remain unaware; it seems filthy and craven, as if their love is something to be ashamed of.
But she has asked it, and he is always powerless to deny her.
He finds it ironic that with a single smile, she can seemingly bring his ideals crumbling down.
A/N: 100 words; written for the prompt 'Isn't it ironic?'.