"Blaise... I care for you, I do. But it's not... I can't... it won't ever be what you're asking me for. I thought you agreed, thought you understood. If you don't... well, maybe we shouldn't do this anymore." His eyes shot back up to meet hers. She only used his first name when she was being deadly serious or when he was on top of her. Given that she was very much not underneath him, he assumed she was being serious, and he fucking hated it. He knew he was setting himself up for a world of hurt whenever she decided she really was done with him, but the thought of losing what little intimacy he'd been able to carve out left him feeling hollow.