Darcy sighed a little, and focused on the grounding feeling of the tea warming his fingers through the cup. He had been ready. Now he had no idea if he was doing absolutely everything wrong and insulting everyone in the process.
"Well. You have seen her with me, how she is... you did not feel that..." he looked into his tea for a moment, not sure how to word it. He didn't want to be misunderstood again, so he tried to pick them carefully. "Do you think she has changed? For me, I mean. Does she think she has to be... something different, from who you know her to be."