"He will not harm you, if he should lay a single finger on you, I shall see that he is run off." And he is apparently very serious about that, truly thinks he could do something about it.
It's baffling that she could still have any affection or respect for him, after the things she's seen, but Jekyll is grateful for it. It's the only reason he can dare to ask, "...May I kiss you?"
His sincerity means a thousand times more to her than any other empty promise made to date. It's not empty, because Paloma can tell he's more genuine than the parade of liars and parasites her life is inundated with.
She smiles giddily, very foolishly-- not where he can see, as she's bumped her forehead against him explicitly to hide it. "Yes, you may. Nothing would give me more pleasure."
Given permission, Jekyll is almost too afraid to go through with it. So improper. But it's what he wants, so it's what he does, ultimately, propping himself up on an elbow to lean down, hand in her hair.
"Please do not say it will be the last I will see you?"
He won't taste the blood she diligently washed away, or smell the faint copper someone with senses like hers might detect. No. Paloma's only soft and careful as he is.
It's saying good night.
"For you asking this, I want to surprise myself and come back after whatever happens tomorrow."
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It's baffling that she could still have any affection or respect for him, after the things she's seen, but Jekyll is grateful for it. It's the only reason he can dare to ask, "...May I kiss you?"
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She smiles giddily, very foolishly-- not where he can see, as she's bumped her forehead against him explicitly to hide it. "Yes, you may. Nothing would give me more pleasure."
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"Please do not say it will be the last I will see you?"
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It's saying good night.
"For you asking this, I want to surprise myself and come back after whatever happens tomorrow."