You ask of me a great deal that I am uncomfortable with, and I comply. How is it not fair for me to ask of you something that takes... just as much work? Disrupts just as much comfort?

Not that it is my wish to make you uncomfortable, but... Priscilla... I do wish for you to understand me better, my side of things... and see where it is I am coming from.

[ A soft blanket of cool snow falls over the ice. His voice is suddenly more gentle, if no less wintry than before. A detached concern, or perhaps it is more... withheld. A protective measure? Maybe. ]

You're trembling. Why?

No matter my disappointment, I won't hurt you.