If he were a threat... That was a good enough of an answer for her to relax again. Though judging by the bit of mischevious glint in her brown eyes, she was determined to push the doubt from her mind as quickly as possible. "A threat, huh?" She began, a playful grin crossing her lips. "And what would they call you, Mr. Valentine, for stealing a kiss from a tired old widow like myself?"

Though the moment the teasing words were out of her mouth, she had to fight in order to stifle back the laughter. "Of course; I'd be glad to."