The simplicity of such a profound statement might almost draw out a smile, but it would only wilt. She'd like to believe that he could be capable of following through on such proclamations. Is it possible for a Time Lord to be too late?

Her tears have stopped, likely from the bewilderment at such heartfelt words coming from a strange and beautiful creature like him. Any turmoil that still lives within isn't because she doubts his intent. She's seen into his eyes, through his eyes, and Vanessa knows the force with which he can give himself to something when he feels he has to. Why he feels he has to with her...still isn't completely clear, though some understanding forms through his talk of the end of days.

If the Devil were kind.

"How could I doubt you?"

Even when they had still been a mystery to one another, he had shielded her from danger, not knowing what that bullet would carry. He had done it again in the labyrinth, and Vanessa is loathe to think of him dying for her sake. She doesn't doubt his resolve.

Is it God that she doubts, then? Not Him, never Him, but it's easy to believe that He couldn't allow her to have any sort of a chance that a Time Lord might try to offer. Perhaps it, too, is blasphemy. It seems that all fantasies are doomed to be such. She vastly prefers reality to fantasy, no matter the pain involved.

But as she closes her eyes at the tender kiss, Vanessa wishes she could be one to give in to that sort of trust. To dream once more. It's remarkable how he can make anything sound nearly possible. She curls her fingers again, this time to grip his hands in turn. No matter how possible any of it is, there's no denying how touched she is by such loyalty. She wants to be deserving of it. It would mean something to be deserving of him.

"You already speak with a dangerous sweetness."