The moonlight catches her face perfectly, and he falls in love.
They sit in the cornacopia, the blood of their allies on their hands, and talk about everything under the sun. He doesn't listen to what she's saying, only her voice - patronising and beautiful. He watches how her eyes lighten up when she's excited, and he stares at her lips as she forms words, wanting nothing more than to kiss them. He brings up the subject of her boyfriends, and she says she's never been normal enough for one.
"Well, I love that you're crazy."