"Depends on what sort of trouble," he shrugged. Sometimes it was harmless fun, sometimes it risked absolutely destroying everything you'd worked for. And that tended to depend on the other person involved, now he thought about it. He gave a small nod at her explanation of Mitchell. "He's been gone a long time now, hasn't he?" he asked to clarify.
"God, I hope not. I'd never want him to have any doubt that I love him," he beamed. "I've thought he was perfection since... I was going to say since the day he was born, but probably even before that I'd made my mind up," he gushed a little.
Maryanne held on, and as the surge of fear passed again he let his fingers curl around hers and he gave her hand a light squeeze. She won a small smile from him as she started talking, but the turn of the conversation went a lot dirtier than he was expecting, and very quickly. His teeth grazed his lower lip as he watched her practically acting out something of a fantasy, now starring him.. and Liberty? Or was that not who she was imagining anymore?
"Hmm. It sounds like you've spent a good amount of time thinking about this," he smirked, taking a step closer just to see what she'd do if he invaded her personal space a little. "Are you sure that's Liberty you're talking about now?"