[ Just how many of these little promises will they make to each other? (And how many will be broken?) ]

Another promise. [ Whereas the promise she had him make before was for everyone, this one is just for the two of them. It feels... unsettlingly intimate. It doesn't stop her from entwining their pinkies. ] I won't ask and you'll be here.

[ Then, a little reproachfully, because don't think she didn't notice: ] You've called me "my lady" twice now, but did you not tease me for calling you "my lord"?