"You don't judge me." he said softly, still a little surprised at the fact. He was always so quick to sarcasm and wit. But when it came to this subject, things close to his heart he often didn't know how to say the words he wanted to. "You listen to me talk about my sister and the things we have done together. You listen as I talk about killing a King, I stabbed him in the back then slit his throat, the man I was supposed to protect with my very life and you don't judge any of it. I don't understand why. What is it you see in me that others don't? Why to you am I more than just the blasted Kingslayer." It would probably always confuse him. He was so used to everyone judging him, even Cersei on occasion would tell him he'd been stupid and rash and willful. Sometimes she was even right abut it. And here he was ready to ask Isabela to be the other woman, to be there for him when he came to her. To be the reason he broke the one vow he never had because he couldn't find a way to walk away from her.
And he'd given her honour? That was unusual to say the least, he'd never done that for anyone. In truth didn't think he was capable of it. "Its a monumental thing coming from me but I don't believe I am responsible for your honour. Don't insult yourself Isabela, you're so much better a person than I'm ever capable of being, so none of this, None of what you have become is because of me. Unless my cruelty pushed you to it, which I suppose is possible." He hadn't let go of her hand just yet, he found he didn't want to. She was talking about it being worthwhile, not easy though, but worthwhile. And maybe it was. She needed him in her life and gods help him, he needed her just as much. Oh he was a fool, a dishonourable fool for thinking like he was and for even considering asking her what he wanted to.
How did he say it? How did he put that into words. "I'm falling for you. That's the worrying thing. It would be just another slight to my honour to ask you to be with me wouldn't it? Because you know I couldn't tell her, or our son. She's been so much of my life for so long and I tried to let you go Isabela, I truly did but I find I cannot be without you. So I would be essentially asking you to..." He didn't want to say it, he didn't think he actually had to.
So instead he leaned in, squeezing her hand and kissed her softly but with every bit of feeling he had been holding back on. His beautiful willful pirate woman. He knew it was unfair, he knew it was cruel but he needed her. "Be with me. I'm asking you to be with me and I know how unfair it is but you say you need me? I find I need you."