[ She hears excuses, thinks she can hear what he isn't saying, but while her expression is, briefly, one of disbelief, she apparently isn't going to argue the point further. ]

It still stands, if you change your mind later.

[ Big if, she knows. ]

I'm not going to break Malcolm. [there's a hint of peevishness to her reply, before she crooks an eyebrow up at him] Maybe rough him over a little, leave a few hidden bruises you can kiss better for him later.

[Amongst other things, no doubt.

She looks down, then, at their joined hands, before slowly but deliberately pulling hers away. It's time, it feels like the right time. Lets end it on a good note, shall we? ]