"He was," George agreed, almost pained at the lack of pain in saying was. "But I run a close second..." He rubbed her shoulder absently with his thumb for a moment, then looked over at her. Studying her.
She was quiet. Odd. Selfish? "You're not. Selfish, I mean. I love being with you. And you are desirable. Any man would be crazy not to think so..."
He paused, still looking at her, wondering if that was the reason for the sombre mood. That he'd asked for potatoes...
George pressed his lips to her temple, not sure what to say, so he kissed her hair again. "I love you, you know..."