The look he gives her back is scathing, because it's not like she's given him much reason to believe she'll stay put. "I'm holding you to that."

Slowly, he lets her go, sitting up so he's straddling her waist. Her blood has seeped through, ruined his shirt as well as hers, but he's not too concerned about that. His fingers reach for her laces, undoing them with a certain efficiency.