Christine watched his face as he remained silent, clearly thinking about something though what she was unsure. Surely along the lines of what she had said about their wedding. Maybe that incredible mind of his was thinking up on how to have the perfect day for them both. She would not argue with that. She knew what his mind could do and anything he thought up would be beautiful without a doubt. Though she did already have a dress tucked away in her room. Not that she had told him that.
But then he was questioning her with such a look of shock on his face. He truly did not know? Had she not made it obvious? She knew she had not said it before to his face and had not really planned on saying it tonight but her actions meant something. They had to have meant something. She wanted to do something with her body. Her hand was itching to move. To touch him.
"Of course I love you," she replied quietly. "I would not marry you if I did not love you."