There the object of her affections was in all her glory. In spite of herself she developed a nervous, eager sort of glitter. This was the moment - after all her sweeps of false starts and miscues and infidelities, here she was about to make a genuine confession of her feelings, and one that she had reason to suspect (though hope would be going too far) might be returned.

No pressure, Maryam.

"It's... a pity I've become such a danger to you, Nepeta." That was a solid opener. Ambiguously leading into the roundabout language of affection endemic to the Alternian people. Kanaya steepled her fingers.