Ah. Well. Liliana's bid for discretion certainly became all the more evident now, and it was greatly appreciated. He feared he might just inflict a heatwave on the entire eastern seaboard with that rush of blood to his face, a threat that only continued to increase in severity the more consideration given to the question.

But that lowered, sultry reassurance, paired with the softness of his nickname, brought up a grin to cut through it all, and a soft breath of a laugh, and the ability to cloak his answer in all its usual, comfortable trapping.

"Oh," he said, responding in kind with his own lowered drawl, "there isn't a single doubt in my mind about that, 'iana. But there's really only one way to find out for certain, isn't there?"