She grins against his shoulder, kissing and nibbling along the line when he says he still wants her. Maeve imagines he'll get to satisfy that want again at some point in the near future. Perhaps neither of them were the kind to assume permanent bindings, but there is something here worth revisiting. She's hardly going to stop talking to him. If nothing else, her social life would be a sad remnant of what it was, but there was more. Of course there was, or she wouldn't have trusted him with this secret or found the name when she did. Blade was stuck with her for a while, at least.

Then he thanks her, and the shiver that runs through her is almost alien. Little tendrils of connection happened with every thoughtless thanks in the city, but that was absolutely sincere and something with meaning. She isn't sure if she's sad or grateful for that moment and connection. Does he feel it or is just something that is for her alone to notice and and keep? Would he gnaw his leg off to get out of that particular trap if he knew? Her eyes are sad for a moment, but then she catches herself and smiles. "You're welcome."