Mina's smile is impossibly tender; she ducks her head, still a little bashful after all these years. "You were mine." You and our son.

She glances up at him through her lashes, a faintly impish edge tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I used to love that you'd watch me. Oh, I'd pretend not to notice, but it was... it was always wonderful to feel your eyes like that. I could have done my hair in half the time it always took, but I liked to take my time. To bask in your gaze."