"She knows," he said quietly, almost stiffly, and a flicker of uncertainty was hidden deep in his dark eyes. He did adore Adair, would have made her his exclusively in a heartbeat if he didn't find such things archaic and unrealistic. They were not humans anymore; they did not need to be held to the standards of a human heart.
Yet he loved her, all the same.
"My devotion to her is clear. She adheres to so many things from her mortality. Breathing." He offered a very slight, sad smile. "Though it does flatter to know that I am capable of taking her breath away even still."