"So?" he said as he leaned back to look at her. He was in a bad mood. Maybe even spoiling for a fight. Why?
He loved her. He was going to sell his soul for her.
Just then, he wanted to tell her everything. He wanted her to know what he was doing for her, so she could know how much he loved her. So she could forgive him for being a prick, which he knew himself well enough to know he was going to be.