As she moved away from him, taking the knives with her, he relaxed slightly, but even now there was no way he was going to be able to relax completely. Not that he minded; what had just transpired was well worth having to deal with the aftereffects. For a long moment, he simply lay there, even after she spoke. Eventually, his breathing slowed, and he scrubbed a hand over his face, before turning his head to look at her, his expression still tight with pain. But there was something else in his expression as well. A measure of respect, maybe. The corner of his mouth twitched, as though he found her statement amusing. "Only for you, love."