His words seemed even more hollow now. Gaby shook her head and took a few steps back from him. Her mind was playing a cruel trick on her now, imagining the two of them together. She did not feel shock or disgust, she just felt a confused mixture of hurt and anger.
"More than sex..." Her hand subconsciously rose to her neck and began fiddling with the necklace that he had given her. "Then what the hell are you doing with me, Illya? Why even start this with me?" She still could not look at him.