For the longest time she wouldn't look at him. But she was brave as well as beautiful, and she lifted her head, met his gaze and for that moment, hand touching hers he understood more and more why Rebekah and Elijah were fools for love. Why they fell so easily. But Caroline couldn't quite admit to herself yet that there was anything between them. She was frustrating. He'd never had trouble before with getting what he wanted, but he couldn't just have her. More than that, he wanted her to feel what he felt. But of course he was the villain, the murderer and she was Caroline. It wasn't going to be something she would admit to so easily.
It was more than a little annoying. But avoidance tactic though her answer was, she wasn't wrong.
"Oh you're right. I do. Honestly, I think I'm amazing But that's far from an answer. Do you ever consider how you talk to me, how much you get away with that for centuries people wouldn't dare? Katerina, anyone, everyone. And yet there's you, and I let you and half the time I don't understand why beyond that being around you is delightful, and I enjoy our conversations."
And of course that he wished a great deal more between them if only she'd let herself.
"But I expect you think this is all getting too much, too complicated. I'm not going to make you answer me. It obviously bothers you." Though the fact she hadn't walked away and left him there meant something. She was still here, still trying to answer what she could hardly put into words.