[ not that he needs the reassurance, but he always latches on immediately to any sign of her affection for him. the fact that her heart seems to slow the longer he holds her is enough to light his happiness like a flame in his chest. hearing her swear is already a good sign.

happiness glows from him the longer she speaks. he smiles wide, leans back, and gives her a sly smile. ]

Oh, you were lucky my hands were full too. Covered in blood and ragin' all over, but you still gave me a kiss hot as hellfire... Have I told you how you're my dream woman?

[ he does this very, very often. more importantly, though, his smile eases a little bit as her hand slides down his arm, still trying to find comfort. he lifts that same hand and takes hers gently. ]

Let's head upstairs, yeah? There's somethin' I wanna talk to ya' about. 'Fore you get anxious, it ain't bad news.