Will shook his head again, sighing, as she spoke. He could practically see the thoughts moving across her face. He tugged his long sleeves down over his hands, covering them completely, and then reached up to cradle her face in his protected hands. "Hayley, look at me." His tone had gone soft but intense. "Listen. Please. I'm not a masochist. Trust me. I understand why you'd think so, but no. And you haven't done me any damage." A sleeve covered thumb touched her cheekbone. "There's more to you than just the ability."