The words weren't unfamiliar to her - Galatea was used to having men act this way - but they were somehow different coming from Pygmalion. His words held more weight. They actually had conversations, he listened to her and valued her opinion. Because of that, his words and actions held more meaning for her.
She turned to face him when he pulled her back. Their hands were held in the small space that separated them. Without shoes on, she noticed she was almost eye-level with him. Not particularly comfortable with closeness, even after months of seeing each other, she dropped her stare to his shoulder. "But..?"