The depth of Sam's feelings for Gretel had been well known to him for some time, so much so that it hadn't even occurred to him that that had been the first time he'd actually said it, or indeed that this was the first time she'd said it to him. Had he been more aware of himself he'd almost certainly have given that moment the reverence it deserved, just as she did, but his senses addled by alcohol and tender kisses meant that the most reverence he could show was to return her kisses wholeheartedly.
Of course she was right, and deep down he knew it, being in love with her here was no different - no less dangerous - than it would be in either of their worlds. He was no more likely to lose her than he would be anywhere else, so why shouldn't he heed her brothers advice to them - it would undoubtedly be the same advice his own brother would give to them. If it was in his future to be without her then what was the point of being guarded or cautious with his feelings? Wasn't it better to give himself over to it wholly, to her, and make the most of the time they did have, however long that was? He didn't want to spend the rest of his life being afraid of losing her.
"Your brother said that? About us?" He had to admit he was a little surprised, he was never very sure how Hansel felt about his relationship with Gretel. "He makes a good point." He said with just a hint of a smile against her lips. He kissed her again, with a little more heat than she had put into it. "I love you." He whispered when he pulled apart from her again.