"I know, baby. I'm all yours to love... tits or no tits," She sighed a little at that, reaching up to brush the hair out of her face in a very feminine gesture.
Part of her wished she had the balls (metaphorically, here) to talk to Chris about his apprehensions about loving Toby, try to do something to show him it was okay... but she knew she walked the line much too closely with Chris as it was and...
While she didn't truly believe Chris would kill her, she couldn't honestly say the thought didn't scare her, sometimes. So she stayed quiet, hand drawing idle patterns against Chris' chest.