"Nothing is truly safe," he replied to her question, not thinking or caring whether that statement would make her feel more paranoid about the time they were currently stuck in. "But I can tell you it is sturdy enough. I highly doubt it would fail," Erik went on, striding into the elevator to take his place beside her. As he pressed the button that signified his floor, it lit up and the doors of the elevator slowly closed, leaving the couple stuck in the warm, steel box that lurched and then began its ascent.
His thoughts wandered from Christine and he considered the piece of technology around them--Erik was ever curious, even from a young age when he had began to disassemble things around the house, causing his mother to get quite cross with him often. Sating his hunger for knowledge was literally one of the only things that he cared about in the world. Another being the woman that was standing beside him. Did this mean he now knew exactly what people meant when they talked about love? He supposed so...it wasn't as though he had much to go off of when it came to the topic, but perhaps love hurt at times, and felt like heaven the next?
Looking down at her, he reached out with one hand, taking a few strands of auburn between his fingers to stroke and play with the soft, flowing curls. He knew that if any man tried to come between he and Christine, he would kill them. She belonged to him now.