Why would she ask such a thing? "Guinevere," he started regretfully, but he was so reluctant to try to put the rest of it into words again, and then she was leading him into the cabin before he could continue... and then, her lips were on his again, and he could not help himself, pulling her close.
He knew he should stop; it was only going to be more painful to break it off again the longer it went on. Finally, he did just that, taking more than a few steps away this time. "Guinevere, we can't," he said, his voice quiet. "This cannot be, you know that."