She raised an eyebrow, lifting her head so she could see beyond her own hair better as he seemed to struggle with phrasing. Not that it was particularly odd, after the last time they'd disagreed--a moment she wasn't too proud of--she couldn't blame him. Even through her own apprehensiveness.

The request earns a faint ghost of a smile from her, fleeting though it may be. After all they'd just been through, that was what he had to ask? Just that? "I promise, Vincent."