Slowly Karen nodded.  "Thank you, Anthony.  I'm not often told I'm pretty.  At least not by men I don't deck afterwards," she attempts to joke.  "Other than that I'm not sure what to say.  We've fought for so long, I thought you hated me.  I...never even considered anything like this could ever happen."  Taking a deep breath, Karen continues, "I know that I find you very attractive, Anthony.  And when it comes down to it, there's nobody I trust more than you.  I trust you with my life every day.  But I don't know if it's more than that, what with all the bickering we do.  What should I do?  What should...we do?"  One point in her favor, or maybe his, she doesn't remove her hand from his arm.