Blade

If Blade was a man who thought more deeply about the things that did not matter to him, a man who thought beyond what was directly relevant, he might understand the sadness that he had seen in her moments ago. He might ask if there was a part of her that was still married to her crazy redman on some level, no matter what he decided to say or do. It was perhaps fortunate for them both that he was not the type to think in those convoluted circles. Taking things at face value, taking her at face value, was what was best in that moment and any other. Maeve had decided to be his for an evening, and perhaps several other evenings in the future, and that meant a lot to him. It was all that mattered, and the insane mercenary never entered his head at all, for better or for worse. He knew she was a recent ex to someone, and that was the end of it.

"After tonight?" He chuckled. "Yeah, you could say your welcome any time. Any time. And anywhere I am."

He returns her kiss, a smile curling at his lips. "I think I like that. I might fear for any who experience the less fun sides of your complicated, though. You really fucked up some suckheads back there. Should thank you for the help with that, too."