"By that time, I hope to prove to myself, everyone, and you that I'd deserve you," Evra smiles back, hoping for the right potent combo of sincere flattery and confidence. "And in the meantime..." He lays down beside her, letting their lengths synch up and arms drape loosely around. He ends the night with a kiss to her hand and a kiss to her lips.
He lets his crush on the princess flourish and engages in courting of his own now that he doesn't feel in over his head with an official mating. Evra especially pays attention to combat against other nagas, certain that when those aggressive males realize they don't stand a chance with the princess they'd try anything from intimidation to trying to taking his life. That very real possibility gives Evra an edge in one-on-one and skirmish strategy that an abstract tribe war couldn't sink in.