She sighed before returned her head to his shoulder, her head fitting like a puzzle piece into the curve of his neck. "Oh, Francis," she murmured. "What am I going to do with you?"
She met his gaze with a small smirk. "Sounds like a plan," she replied, shifting to kiss his neck lightly.
"Because I adore you," she said reasonably. "And I want to be with you." She nudged him playfully. "Don't tell me you're having second thoughts?"
"I'm not the one who was guilty of manslaughter," she teased, getting out and coming around to his side.