At one time when they were first married he might have really questioned the believably of that, but the years in which they were together, a team, it was reassuring to know she said that. Every time it was like she intentionally letting those cannons fly. He thought she must enjoy the explosion of when those cannons went off.
They were intertwined so tightly now, like a net to be cast into the ocean. They were locked together, interwoven threads that by themselves became nothing more than a dead weight.
"Good. Next time I might slit your throat myself." He growled. This was their dance.