Persephone blushed. He really liked to call her beautiful, didn't he? She loved it. "It is most agreeable," she replied, glancing down almost shyly as she took in the complement a bit more. Clearly, he meant his words, and it caused a flutter in her heart, but she was unsure of what it could mean. The train gave a jolt and a whistle blew above their heads, and as Persphone looked up to see the station slowly moving past the window, she let her fingers curl into the grip of Donald's.