[ Her eyes glisten in the way that he should know aren't real tears and her bottom lip tuts out a little further. Her eyelashes flutter in mock hurt and she clutches his hand to her chest a little more firmly. ]

Blindsided? Sylvain, I'd never. You told me not to lie to you anymore and that's what I'm trying to do right now.

[ Despite the obvious dramatics her words ring true. ] You'll learn that I like other things. Just like how I'll learn what colour you like your nails.

[ Talking in certainties helps keep the negative what-if's at bay. ]