She raised her hand to softly stroke his chin. "I thought you'd tell me that you were sorry, but you fancied someone else already... That, or you'd never touch someone as ugly as me," she murmured, shrugging a bit. Sappho's eyes moved up and down the length of his face. "I still have trouble believing a man as enchanting as you thinks I'm pretty. I'm used to hearing how hideous I am. Or how my hair, my make-up, my clothes, or the way I carry myself keep me from being as pretty as I could be."