He was flattered and a little amused by her jealousy. It was something he hadn't expected to see on her ever again. He shrugged nonchalantly at her questions. "Jenna is nice, but she's not you. She's not my wife," he said seriously, removing his hand from her cheek and leaning his elbows on his knees again. He put his head in his hands and sighed. "Regardless of what's 'going to' happen back home, I don't feel for her now what I will. And, somehow, I think I will always love you more. It's so much more... real," he said, looking back over at her once more.