Toby seemed almost nonplussed by the reaction- in truth, he'd been expecting to get hit, although now that he thought about it, it was possible Chris wouldn't hit a woman. Ironic thought if there ever was one.
Sighing as she watched Chris get up, she looked back down at her hands to give him a reprieve from being watched, picking at the strangely long fingernails to distract herself.
"I know it still bothers you. That you... love me, as a man. And... this is me, just... a more acceptable version for you, maybe, I thought," She frowned, realizing that sounded accusational. "I know you love me. But I hate that you feeling ashamed of it. I don't- I don't know what I meant. Stupid, fucking female... hormone shit," It was an easy out, but it was true- at least Toby hoped it was, with the way the emotions seemed to be flooding over him.