Really. That. That was what he was focusing on? All of her nerves and embarrassment went flying right out the window as she let out a laugh. He wasn't focusing on her saying that she cared what he thought. Or any of it. Nope. He thought she called him a disease. Which, if she thought about it, she supposed to sort of did. But she hadn't really.
"That's what you focus on? My metaphor?" She buried her face in her hands for a second, then looked over at him. She was still smiling from her laughter. "Should I specify what disease? Or do you want me to keep it vague. Keep you guessing?"