[There it is again. He's making it about her. Most people, normal people, would probably want to hear that. She must be so far removed from normal that she's the very last person she even thinks of. Well, that's how she'd like it to be. She doesn't scold him this time for any of that, though she might like to. She won't repeat herself.]

I didn't say I was afraid.

[For though she is, he can't know that. She has to seem resilient. She has to seem perfect. Even if she isn't. Even knowing that she isn't.

As she considers the truth of his proposal, she tries to imagine the repercussions. If there are any. She could simply pretend it never happened at all, couldn't she? She's certainly not the sort to talk about it. And even if he did, she could simply act like she'd never heard it to begin with.

Finally freeing her hands in favour of lifting one to play with an errant dark line of hair that assaults her, she finally finds her voice again.]

Say I agree to this. Will you stop agitating me? No more of this 'pent up cleric' teasing you so enjoy doing? No more of this unnecessary talk of 'relationship building'? If so, fine. I hardly can see me getting any peace and quiet from you otherwise.

[She makes it sound like he's so troublesome. Like her own interest is so minimal. But maybe she has to pretend that it is. Better than letting him think he's really had any sort of effect on her. She's much too proud for that. For now.]