With all the lines drawn and ignored between them, which she was always good at trampling anyway, Mabel wondered if she had said too much or something wrong from his immediate response. Part of her was waiting for him to criticize her for such weakness, for openly admitting that she needed him, but none ever came, and she relaxed without having realized she stiffened.
Stopping alongside him, Mabel lifted her head from Mitch's arm to glance up, both curiously and seriously. Of course she didn't expect anything easy out of this, nor did she want it to be, but she was relieved that they were at least on the same page for once. "Then you can't change your mind," she warned with a whisper, although she suspected he knew just how dangerous it was to ask of her and all the implications it came with.
"Because if you're mine," and she liked the sound of that, not needing to follow the possession with a specific noun, "then I will destroy anything and anyone in the way to get to you." The breezy softness of her voice was almost affectionate despite the contrast of the words, but that didn't make them any less threatening. He could keep his friends, despite her unprompted lashing out against it. As long as they didn't get in the way she had little reason to worry now.