"That's not–"
"And now that I'm thinking about it." She tapped her fingers on her knee, unhurried, like she was working through evidence. "You also risked your life for Lysa in the second portal."
"That was a completely different–"
"Damian Valcor." She reached forward and grabbed his collar with both hands, pulling him slightly closer, her face perfectly serious. "Do you enjoy playing the heroic savior for women in distress? Because I'm noticing a pattern." Her silver eyes narrowed. "Were you a playboy in your past life?"
He looked at her hands on his collar. Then at her face.
He picked up the bottle and drank from it directly.
Luna waited, still holding his collar.
He lowered the bottle.
"I never..." He stopped. "I never really... understood it. Romance."
Luna looked at him.
The corner of her mouth moved first, the rest of the expression arriving slowly behind it.
"Never understood it," she repeated.
"No."
