Smiling up at him, she shook her head. "Sweeney, you didn't. I know you felt badly about ... before. But it couldn't be helped, and I know that you love only me. I do. I've never truly been angry. Jealous, perhaps, but angry, no."
Sitting back to finish her own food, she was aware of his eyes on her, but did nothing to stop his staring. Dabbing at her lips with a napkin, she felt a flush move to her cheeks, and giggled a little at her own reaction to him. "I'd forgotten until I started using them again how telling autonomic reflexes are. Well, I didn't stop using all of them, but blushing is fairly recent."