[His answering kiss at her temple before he pulls away just enough to resume an eating pose is answer enough: he's grateful beyond words that she is willing to take their relationship slowly, and that she's not trying to give him more than he can handle. There's a hurt at her core. All the First Circle knows it and guards it zealously. But for some reason, he doesn't trigger the defensive shrinking that Wanda gives to most males when they flirt with her. Maybe because he hadn't realized he was doing it at first, and by the time he had it was as natural as breathing around her. Maybe because its roots weren't in his own desire, but in his need to do what's right by her.

And that smile in her eyes, that dark tone in her voice that makes anyone sensitive to such things shiver, those are what's right for her.]

I choose to be with you, Lady. [A formal title, because he's speaking both as himself and as a member of her Court.] For now, this means to come along with me on my rounds and for me to join you at a play. [He squeezes her nearest hand warmly.] And if that goes well, perhaps we shall both want more.