Catherine had enjoyed their lunch together then going out to do the tourist thing. She hadn't really expected they'd go for the London Eye after Callum's excursion with Connor but here they were. She settled against him with a faint, amused smile, "London's romantic? Never seemed that way to me." But then, she could see all the old things, all the blood soaked into the ground. She got flashes of it now and then when she wasn't expecting it. Not on the Eye, though.
"Did you know, you've taken me to the one place in London where no one's ever died?" She ran her hands over the rail as she watched the city below. There were happy memories here - fancy meals and weddings. But she pulled her hands away and put her gloves back on anyway. "Well, I've always known you're a bit of a hopeless romantic - part of why I love you so much. One of us has to be good at that sort of thing," Cat smiled but then added almost ominously, "You would've left eventually. You always would." She would not comment on her busy life.