"It probably shouldn't please me as much as it does, your jealousy," Kingsley mused, speaking outloud. There was no sense in denying the fact that he liked when she was jealous. Meant she still cared, one way or the other, about what he got up to. "And I'd be lying if I said it didn't drive me mad to think about you with other men." Perhaps that was hypocritical, as he hadn't been a monk since they broke up this last time, but feelings had no logic.