Maybe, [ he says, keeping his tone deceptively light, though it doesn't change the way he looks at her at all, how intent he is upon looking at her, how clearly he's not about to let her leave his sight. All of his focus is on her now; he's certain that practically nothing could distract him at this point, and if anyone did, he and Andy would dispatch them in moments flat so they could get back to this. Unless it's Poe, of course, the only other person who's as much a part of this as they are. His hands rise from her ribcage to rest flat on her bare back, palms only just curving around her shoulderblades. ]

Or maybe I'm just worried you'll get bored and go back to throwing me around, [ he jokes, and though he doesn't truly believe that, not with her hanging over him, as soft and hesitant as he's ever seen her, there's a little more truth to that. He doesn't question her devotion. But he questions this. They've never done this before, never gotten to know each other in this way. They've done it all backwards.

She's lived a very long time. He can't measure up to whatever she's done in the past. All he can do is be something - someone - new. He presses another kiss to the underside of her jaw. ] But I've got nothing but time.

[ Time and time again, he asks one thing of her: stay. And he'll keep asking it, until she eventually tires of hearing it. But she hasn't yet. ]