Jamie’s gaze fixated on her throat, where her pulse raced frantically. He took a deep breath, leaning back and unclenching his hands and a begrudging acquiescence settled over his features. He looked at her and asked, "What is it, then? Why are ye doin" this? The lassie? I've told ye the plain truth there. But it's not a matter of proof. It's a question of whether ye believe me or not. Do ye believe me?"