I... suppose I just have a hard time wrapping my head around it. You were so... anti-me. Very much resistant to everything I offered. And then suddenly not. I suppose I just assumed there had to be some sort of mystical reason for it. You're--

[Another pause, a soft realization.]

I guess I felt you were- are too good for me. You're too good, Detective. Too much of a good thing. There had to be some reason why you'd change your mind.

But - [Said as he lifted a hand to stop her from interrupting, if she was going to.] - I trust you also know yourself and your own mind well enough to know what you want. How you feel. I may want to stop trying so hard to convince you otherwise. Especially as I'm rather fond of the idea of you liking me.