Meeting his gaze she smiled, an unspoken welcome on her lips. She would always do what she could to keep Faustus from worry. To keep those worried furrows smoothed away from his brow as they were now.

At the mention of presents for her Malou blushed again. He had always been so generous with his gifts and attentions she could hardly claim she needed nor expected anything further. "I thought you were my gift?" She found herself teasing, surprised at the boldness of such a claim.