Even he doesn't know what he's doing. After you lost your memory, he could've killed you so, so easily now that you were defenseless. Yet here he is, pretending to be your lover.

He pulls your head against his chest, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"...what do you mean you don't remember me, my love?"

He was every part the loving partner, if it wasn't for the fact that the two of you have been on opposite sides of a bloody political conflict. He wonders how far he can take this small lie.