"Then we don't elaborate," she agreed and tilted her head to view him in such close proximity. "Let's not get bogged with definitions for the time. Let it just be, for now." She was very amused that the mere act of coming back from death was attractive to him, though it did make sense. How many times had his body or stubborn will refused to let him die? Lifting an eyebrow when he deemed her dangerous, she ran her fingers over his blind side's cheek and considered him up close. "Why Slade, that is high praise from the deadliest man alive," she replied and nipped his lip. "I am very dangerous."