[Of course it's true, he's seen how Shoujo things work, and this is a clear sign that something is in the works, to his own disdain. Of course, the look on his face suggests he doesn't like it himself, but with a shrug, he moves over to her, and places a hand on her shoulder.]

Looks like that fated night underneath that mistletoe was just destiny knocking on our front doors. I didn't imagine it to be true, but if the Gods foretell us to be lovers, then so be it.

[Side note; while he's comforting her, he's also pulling out a collar from his pocket. What he's intending to do with it...shall be discussed in the next tag.]