Lily returned that soft kiss easily, leaning into it with a brief flutter of almost disappointment flashing across her features when he pulled away. It was possible she thought it a bit too much of that sort of respect, though she understood why and wasn't going to outright complain.

Especially when he was so sweet just after - eventually she turned her hand in his, moving it so that it could rest against his jaw, his cheek, her gaze seeking out his to look at him directly before she spoke.

"Being angry at someone, or disappointed, doesn't preclude love. It never has and it never will, and I never ever stopped. Or do you think I didn't love you then, either? If I hadn't then why would I have been so hurt?"

It was quiet, a gentle admission even as she shifted higher on her knees so that she could coil her free arm around his neck and press their foreheads together, unmoving after that.