Harry pulled back, frowning, head lilted to one side as much as his position on the bed allowed. "Don't?" He repeated, fingers still stroking the boy's jaw, the growing lust in his eyes melting into sadness and confussion. "Nell, I thought..." He began, sitting up slightly in the bed, free hand moving to stroke the boy's other cheek, cupping his face. "What's wrong, Nell? Aren't you happy?" He asked, heart almost breaking. He had thought everything was settled. Nell had agreed to be his lover, so what was wrong? Had it simply said it to appease his employeer? Was that how he saw Harry? As an employeer, not a lover? Did he think Harry was just taking advantage?