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Yes. She does not lie, does not hesitate.
Of me. He is not really asking. She answers anyway.
Yes.
You worry I will harm you? Hurt you?
No. Again she does not hesitate. It is not what you would do to me that I fear. It is what you would do for me.
And what, my love, would I do for you?
Anything. His hand brushes the porcelain of her cheek. She quivers again, but this time it is not from fear.
No, my angel. Not Anything. Everything.