[He gives a soft chuckle as he gently headbutts her forehead with his after that tender little moment of quiet. She's pretty bothered by all this, he can tell. Maybe it should bother him more, but he learned long ago that sometimes you just get dealt a shitty hand now and then, and you learn to make it yours anyway because it's not like you get a redo.]

I know, babe. You fuckin' jumped off a moving motorcycle into shotgun range once. I'm pretty sure if you thought you could plant your feet in front of a train an' stop it for me, you'd try.

[Too damn cute, too damn devoted after just barely three weeks. Or three centuries, maybe.

He stands up and offers her a hand, but instead of leading her to the barn he pulls her into his arms and kisses her again.]