He sticks his tongue out at her good-naturedly, but doesn't deny the accusation. It's fair.

Sobering, he turns the flask over in his hands and nods a little. "He would. And I should do that. But...it's hard to explain, a bit, but it's very difficult, when talking with another angel--to keep myself separate. To keep track of what I want, rather than what I think they want me to want. Especially him, because I truly am in love. But I'm not built for individuality. I'm still learning it."

He looks up at her again. "Does that make any sense? I've tried to explain it before but I feel like I never quite get the point fully across. It's not like unlearning a habit, it's like unlearning how to breathe oxygen."