God did she ever realize how much he'd dreamed about her looking at him with softness? Like she didn't see him as this monster----like they were on the same page for once in this damned life. Maybe fate wasn't trying to be cruel, maybe it was finally spinning in the right direction. This was something he could get used to, and rub Robin Hood's damn nose in the ground when he had it. He gave her that devilish smile. "I suppose we do. Maybe we aren't that different."