"Either you love me, or you don't," he said simply, using his hands as 'weights' if a sort. Weighing love in one and no love in the other. "I know what you've done. I know what you are. I know the risks involved in our being together. Yes, it's extremely idiotic of me to want you. It's completely irrational for me to think you could change completely- I am not asking you to. I have always loved you for you, Isobel. Your passion and drive make you who you are. The obsession you got with your research... even though you ended up leaving me and letting me believe you were dead... That passion was admirable," he stated, his eyes boring into hers. He hated being in this situation- being so weak that he was basically begging her to take him. He just knew that she was too stubborn to give in easily. He was going to have to fight tooth and nail for this.