Daphne sighed. Typical male. Of course he would try to ignore the problem instead of talking about it - it was what all men did. Why should he be any different?
Tucking a lock of blonde hair behind one ear, Daphne walked over and took a seat beside his desk. "Oh no? The nights have been rather cold lately. Generally, that means you're either angry with me, or you're avoiding me, yes?"
Daphne rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Look, I know what you must be thinking, and I'm sorry. I just-" she paused, unsure of how to go on.
What was she supposed to say? That she hadn't meant it? That it was an accident? That she'd been so caught up in the moment that it had just slipped out, a simple product of a wonderful night and a glass of wine too many?
Daphne didn't even know whether or not any of those things were true. She wasn't sure what was the truth anymore, and it bothered her to no end.
"I guess when you said it, it got me thinking, and then the combined moments of the evening, I don't know what came over me. I shouldn't have..." She was rambling now, and her cheeks were starting to flush with embarrassment.
It wasn't really taking it back, but it wasn't admitting to it either. Daphne gave him a somewhat pleading look, as if she were asking for help.