"Right, and lying to you under a blade is totally feasible," Samandriel replied, deadpan. If it were at all advisable to roll his eyes, he would've been doing it already. "It was all real, Helios. If I'd still wanted you dead once our night together started, you would have known it. I would have broken instead of given in."
He licked his lips and crossed his arms over his chest. "So if you're killing everyone I've ever looked at with tenderness, you're going to have to add yourself, your husband, and your fae to that list." He gestured to the ring around him. "If you'll be so kind, we can actually have a chat instead of you projecting your insecurities onto me- again. But if you'd rather wait until it burns itself out, we can do that too." He reached out to let the fire warm one hand.