She tilted her head as he spoke. She could tell he was uncomfortable but she still didn't understand entirely why. Was it guilt or shame, or was he just not sure of whether he could get her to do as he wished. She knew to be on guard, not sure of what his intentions were these days.
She sipped at her own wine. "Is that atonement or some sort of epiphany Oliver? You've never been one to see beyond yourself."