And you're biased, [he muses playfully, reaching up to try and coax one of the bugs onto his finger,] but I like it.

[He likes that she likes him, in other words.

Fireflies can often be shy, but whatever is drawing them to the pair is enough to get the one he's inviting to crawl onto his hand, wings fluttering lazily as it settles.]

Surprisingly friendly little guys. Though there's no denying they've got good taste.