"You think that bothers me?" he asked, almost playfully. "You know me better than that, Genevieve. I'm not sure I can- can explain or quantify why I love you." He stepped back, unsure of himself again. "It isn't because you are the boss' daughter, though. If- if anything, that should deter me, but it doesn't- it never has before. Maybe-" he gave a faint laugh, "maybe I'm the one with the death wish."