"You didn't hesitate with the wrench, to begin with. Given the aim at my face, which-" The word is superbly airy. "-I'm really rather attached to." Though she supposed that was his point, too. Even if she hadn't really had any marker for comparison in that second. She wasn't out for blood. Well, not his, at least, in the middle of Ministry firefight.

Not ever, if she was being honest. She'd left him, but she toed a dangerous line and made her colleagues see him as untouchable, too. Unless they wanted to suddenly see themselves on the opposite of the line with her in that same second. She didn't care about the reasons or the responsibilities or the rules she'd broken. For him. Even after. Even now.