"Honestly? You'd know better than I would." There's a shrug, gaze suddenly elsewhere, unfocused. It's borderline dismissive, and a silly answer—but true, nonetheless. What did she know of Saren's... romantic anything? Almost nothing, and that's already too much, suggested something considerably less mature. But it was a part of Nihlus. She didn't have to like it, or understand it; just accept it, and trust him. Trust him, the way she hoped he'd always trust her.

Returning to Nihlus, she treats him to a hard, serious look. "That said, if he is interested? At this point, it'll be over my dead body. And from personal experience? I'm a hard kill."

Despite the expression, there's something soft in her voice, an affectionate chide, humor low and easy.