Letting out a tiny, voiceless laugh in response, Clover only settled into the newfound closeness between the two of them, easily growing relaxed in what seemed to be no time at all. He was, surprisingly, content to be cuddled up to the dark Cookie like so, of course nuzzling into him to stay as bubbly and affectionate as ever like a calm but loving puppy-dog. Despite the original plan of his being to flee as soon as possible, the bard revised said plan, figuring he could stay a while longer as, admittedly, it had been going astonishingly nice thus far. Plus, he was getting serenaded, as if roles had become reversed! "I still think you've got a nice singing voice..." Clover noted, yet again, aloud with a hum when he believed the song to be over. Licorice had mentioned love sonnets before he started singing, so, he figured, why not recite one of his favourites while he was given the opportunity? Softly grinning now, Clover nuzzled a little further into the other before softly speaking out, "Loving you less than life, a little less Than bitter-sweet upon a broken wall Or brush-wood smoke in autumn, I confess I cannot swear I love you not at all. For there is that about you in this light— A yellow darkness, sinister of rain— Which sturdily recalls my stubborn sight To dwell on you, and dwell on you again. And I am made aware of many a week I shall consume, remembering in what way Your brown hair grows about your brow and cheek And what divine absurdities you say: Till all the world, and I, and surely you, Will know I love you, whether or not I do."
[that is literally one of my favourite sonnets of all time, 'm sorry but i just hAd to use it-- plus,'sverycute---]