[Surprised to be cut off so suddenly, he stands in a rush, inadvertently hitting his hands on the table.] If things were fine, they wouldn't be so uncomfortable.
And don't tell me not to think of you as a person. You're one to me. It matters to me what you want. [He can't just ignore the dream he had of her goals, or of the fact that he's impeding them. And then throw this forced kiss into the mix...]