It was a moment before he spoke again; he had fixed her with another deadpan arch of his eyebrow, as though he meant to laugh it off. But there was a hint of a smile pulling at the edge of his mouth. "Then you shouldn't say you're sorry." It felt reckless, but he wasn't going to let that stop him. This was what he'd wanted. Why should he have to push it away? "You'll notice I didn't tell you to leave." he tried to straighten his face. He didn't want her to think he was laughing at her.