"You're not trying to understand, you're trying to convince me that I succeeded in my task." He puts a hand over his heart. "You're trying to reassure me, and that's sweet." And it falls back to his side again. "But I would rather get on with crafting a moment for someone who, even if they ruin it, owns the fact, than continue to beat my head against a brick wall. Even if it is a well meaning brick wall."

With the shallowest of bows, he holds an arm out towards the path ahead. "Please."