[ It does not soothe as intended, tension coils in her arms and back and she frowns. For the life of her she cannot understand his reasoning, why he still cares after everything, why he cares at all. From what she can tell he does not want anything from her, he has not made any such demand, yet here he stands thumbs brushing over her knuckles with a foolish smile on his face.

She hates it, she wishes he would react like she expected him to. To be the bastard he thinks himself. It would be so much simpler. ]

You are stupid about many matters, important and not. [ She shakes her head. ] Only a man with such a thing in his veins would to make use of him with no want in return.