He grins at the kiss and the way Demetri's hand lingers on his cheek, taking comfort from the warmth seeping through from his touch. Brief, to be sure, but potent all the same. He's convinced this is Demetri's own form of magic.

"Yes, you did," he replies, eyes glowing as brightly as his cheeks. "And I have to say, I very much regret nothing."

He's thrilled in a way beyond attraction at happening upon Demetri in the park. Something about Demetri just makes Fabrice feel at ease, more of himself in the world.