Her first thought was that he didn't need to say that--remembering what he'd done to the sheriff for saying he'd take something she wasn't wiling to give--but then, she knew not all men would have made that promise, even to a woman they loved. How he still couldn't see his own goodness, when he refused to just take when she knew he was fully capable of it, was beyond her.
The little glint of darkness in his expression made her blood run hot, again, in a way she'd never have been able to explain. She certainly didn't want him evil, turning people into snails or worse for the slightest offense, but wicked--wicked she could more than take. She beamed, taking his mouth in hers while she gripped his tie again, using it to pull him with her towards the bed before unknottng it and tossing it aside so her fingers could work at his buttons.
"I think," she said, a little shyly, "we're both far too overdressed for the occasion."