Daniel was about as far from sensitive appreciation as he could get. In the short pause where she just stood there, his tense anger seemed to turn to an uncertain puzzlement, and the cords of his arm unwound slightly under her fingers as he tried to decide whether or not to retreat again, and then it was too late.
Whatever he was expecting, it wasn't this, since somewhere in the shuffle of calendars and threats he had assumed their deal was off and she could not want something so trivial. It didn't feel trivial now, and a bitter taste that might have been all in his mind immediately took over his senses. Nothing could be farther from affection.
He recoiled back from her, not caring if it was retreat, expression twisted in disgust.