If he'd been looking, he would have seen the look of incredulity and confusion that flickered over Mary's face. But unfortunately he wasn't. And it was only there for a few seconds which was as long as it took her to one, understand exactly how he'd misunderstood her, and two, how to take advantage of it, because who did he think he was? He didn't want her but he wanted her? What kind of shite was that?
"Well," she said, trying to sound hurt, which wasn't very hard, because she was, dammit. "You don't want me, so why should it matter?"