"Nay, I draw my own conclusions, Sassenach," he said earnestly, his voice carrying unwavering conviction. His finger traced a slow path from her temple to her cheek, gently pushing her hair behind her ear. Claire remained still under his scrutiny, resisting the urge to move as his hand travelled to the back of her neck, his thumb caressing her earlobe. "I dinna think ye’re a spy. I ken yer heart, and it’s as true as the rising sun."