Normally she might have tsunned more at that - frowned him, told him to not say stuff like that or shut up - but right now she couldn't, all those feelings were washed away in this moment. Even though she could feel her face was still very red, she didn't try to get away from his grasp at all, content to just remain there right now, this close to him. The worst she made in response to his statement was a sound of the click of her tongue as if she was disapproving, but even that didn't sound convincing in the slightest.

She let one of her arms still rest on his shoulder now, but pulled back the other one to remove that glove from his hand. Ange pulled on it slowly, carefully, as if she was almost afraid the end result wouldn't be something she liked. But as the glove was removed, she could see it clearly there on his wrist - the one-winged eagle. A symbol that certainly didn't belong to Bernkastel or Lambdadelta in the slightest, but rather something associated with her family, associated with her as the final Beatrice.

"... It worked." And she did sound very relieved, the ends of her lips even tugging up into a smile slowly. Slowly she grabbed that wrist with her own free hand before moving his arm like that until his hand was on her cheek. It was then that she looked up to him. That's right, from now on.. she wouldn't have to be alone anymore. Not as long as he could remain by her side like this.