"Let me see if I understand what you're saying...either your are implying that I cannot differentiate infatuation from love...or you are telling me that I have misunderstood your intentions?" Michel turned away from the all, propped up against it now, still as tense as he was before, his arms folded around his waist as to hold on to something that to nothing at all. The look he gave Zevran was equal parts pensive and wretched, "the second is what I am here to understand and I would ask you why you might think that for the first?"