For a second he's tempted to say, 'your smile', and that's why he breaks eye contact for a moment, ducking his head as he checks his thoughts, and his words, and leans his back against the curved wall before he looks up at her. "Making me choose the one is cruel and unusual, love," he points out with a half smile, but he's choosing all the same. "Have you ever seen photographs of Iceland? It won't do the country justice, but it's a start. There is this place in South, right up a green cliff, where you're standing in the middle of the vegetation, and at your feet stretches a glacier. They have waterfalls that would put Niagara to shame - they are smaller, but so much more beautiful for it. There is something touching about them, something more easy to relate to. They also have thermal pools where you can bathe in naturally hot water as you gaze upon nearby snowy peaks, and fields of lava rocks they thing are trolls caught by the sun." He smiles, because of the memory. "You'd like their horses as well."