Sarah fakes a sound of protest as he hauls her up on top of him.

It doesn't last, seeing as she finds herself very comfortably on his lap. She leans against his chest, fluffing him up like a pillow, before she looks over sideways at him with that tiny grin still in place. "Yes. I promise you would be allowed to come back right here to this moment," she says, her voice utterly solemn and trusting.

She takes a piece of the cake, before she breaks off another with the fork, lifting it up in offer to him.

While arching a brow. Expectantly. 'Cause she's waiting on her answer here.