He laughs--and surprises himself in the process because it sounds like her but not her's--and has to rest his fork lest he choke while doing it.

"If I had more than one day to spend, I might still try." Not really. Probably.

The heat in him still hasn't subsided and it brings to mind a new and softer thought. "I've always loved how hot you run, you know? Your arms, yes, but your passions as well, River. I truly do not know how to thank you for giving me your body and your trust with it. I won't ever forget this."