[She pulls back a little reluctantly after a moment more, a little breathless herself, but positively glowing with joy. Smitten is probably the best way to describe her right now, and for once? Despite having asserted divine will, and the recent barbs tossed at her by Sharpe? She feels human. Totally human.

But since he was happy, clearly so, she didn't feel so bad about asking what was on her mind. To clear the air.]

You won't worry about him anymore, will you? I'm sure he has all sorts of nasty things to say, about you, or me, or us. Or any of it. But he's not worth it, dearest. Just tell me if he's causing you trouble. I know you're strong, but let me. So I don't have to see you frown again.

[She pecks him on the cheek once more, smiling brightly, though not without a hint of mischief.]

You're not as handsome when you frown, and it upsets me.