What she doesn't know, won't hurt her. Though the questions she has about his actions and intentions will slowly raise her paranoia to an uncomfortable level. She simply nods, hoping that Jefferson will get the dagger back.

"I trust him." She said. "More than anyone else, save you." That was a compliment, a large one, but given what he did for her, she needed to give credit where it was. "He helped free me from the asylum, directing me to go to you for my safety."

Belle flinches back instinctively, afraid that he's reaching out to do something other than caress her hair. But once she feels the gesture, she begins to relax more in his touch. "Nothing? There's something, even if the setting changes. What we do to each other, how we feel afterwards, that will last." It could make or break them.