Aaron took it generally. He took it to mean, was what he could do something he had control over, like did it have a nice little switch, or did he just get hit with it whenever somebody walked in, just like now. "Yeah." Aaron turned abruptly, wan face dripping, and lifted his palm in Shane's direction, fingers curving through the air. "You're wondering how it works, you're smug I can't hurt you without being hurt, you feel sorry for me, and you're ignoring how much pain you're in." His arm dropped, and that familiar lift of his chin came back, daring Shane to contradict him. This was a little arrogant, even for Aaron. What he did feel was curiosity, slight satisfaction, distanced sympathy, and pained chagrin. The rest was just connect-the-dots.