"You're much too hard on yourself," he told her. "I'd say you are more than radiant just now-- more like completely luminous. No, no, even more than that... surely there's an even better word to describe you at present…?"
That tiny smile of hers was now threatening to blossom and spill all over her face, to transform it in that way he loved so much and once tried so hard so desperately. "I'd suggest lunacy but that word might suit you much better, my boy. Have you gotten into the laudanum again recently?"