Piper had a brief flash of clarity where he considered telling her to go back through old forum posts, because then she'd surely send him packing. He even opened his mouth to tell her so, but he closed it just as quickly.
If he didn't have teacups in his hands, he could have grabbed her when she flitted away from him. As it was, he didn't get the chance, and he put the teacups and saucers on the table. He wondered if she did it intentionally, if he scared her. He wondered if she'd run away if he tried to kiss her again.
"Why aren't I a favorite?" he asked, repeating her words to remind himself she'd just asked him something. "I'm not nice," he finally said. It was simple, but true. "I realize this, me," he said, motioning to himself, "is deceptive. I'm being nice to you, so you assume I'm always nice. It's not the case."