She could appreciate that at least he was finally being honest. What they'd been dancing around since her night of torture was unsustainable. He wanted more than she was willing to give him. Or he was a complete liar and nothing he'd said or done since she'd arrived was the truth. It was possible she would never know which was the truth. Picking up her beaded bag from the table next to what had been her side of the bed, she had nothing else to keep her in the flat. Nothing to say to the wizard who'd been such a bizarre part of her life for almost an entire year.