We're— well, I would have no one else by my side. [ So to speak. Given the circumstances. They're technically true, for a given definition of the word. ] But I don't believe in having too much of a good thing — and neither does he.

[ This shouldn't work. Or perhaps it should. Madam Vermeer is growing increasingly red, and she seems to shake her hand at the thought.

'Quite alright, really — it's — I didn't— I appreciate the offer, but you two look so happy together, and I don't want anything to come in between that...' ]

Oh, there's no need to worry about us, really. But if you'd rather not... [ A glance up at Kaeya, then a shrug. ] I suppose there's no helping it. Shall we, darling?