"Easy for you to say," Killian grumbled, but after that next kiss found a breaking point, he gave Neal another nuzzle and then stepped back a little. Releasing him from the hold, at least. Because the pirate needed space to think. "You might be eating your words if I suddenly disappear, and you're just left with nothing."
But even so, he knew what Neal meant. After all, Killian didn't regret his time with Ariel. He'd have married her again, even in Hell. It was choice, symbolic of that - in a place where those who were trapped were denied that very concept quite frequently.
He went to go unearth his boat from the foliage and cluster of rocks where he hid her, talking as he did. "Do you forgive me, then?" Killian looked up, cobalt eyes earnest. "For what I did to you?"