Being so comfortable with her that he tilted his head into her hand, resisting some urge to lean in and kiss her (because propriety really, it was important no matter what he may say), instead focusing her hand on his cheek. Which was enough in and of itself to prompt him to squeeze her hand for a moment before speaking.

"Helen, how far," he started, not sure how to word it. He knew he wanted her at his side for as long as she'd have him, but how far did she want to go? This was, an entirely difficult situation truly.

"How far, would you like to take this? Or are we, going to see how this will go, love?"