*blinks and finally meets your eyes, his own slightly narrowed in bewildered query (but no, you've not seen this flavor of questioning from him before—this is almost a warning, for all of its concern)* Don't tell me you want him to keep harassing you?
*shakes his head immediately* I'm already involved, Finduilas. I got involved when I fell in love with you, and I won't be un-involved until I fall out. *hesitating (he's not like him; he won't force his way)* Or maybe until you kick me out. You'd have to work hard for that, though.