"You say that as though I wander out here on a sunny afternoon requesting that idiots attack me." Her voice is threaded with amusement, though, rather than offence. There's a small part of her that likes his over-protectiveness, even if she'll only ever laugh at it, outwardly.

She steps in a little closer, her hand sliding to cup his jaw. Her lips brush his, ever so softly. She doesn't really care that they're both covered in blood. "You should know by now there is nothing to prove."