She nodded in agreement before looking up at him. "Thank you for letting me try to walk and stand. I know you didn't want me to."
He brushed back her hair as he looked at her thoughtfully. "Well," he said quietly. "You did win chess."
"Probably," he agreed, pulling her closer to kiss her forehead. "Or maybe I'm just in love with you."
He held her face in his hands, his thumb lightly brushing the side of her nose. "You're a cruel dictator," he said.