She knows he cares, but he will never trust her enough to let his complete guard down. And then she wonders who did this to him. Her mind wanders back and forth across the idea, dancing on it, each twirl like a ballerina finding meaning among completion. Or maybe it's the utter satisfaction she will feel when he drops to her mercy. That is something she isn't keen on thinking about. Because she's already openly accepted to herself that she feels for him. That the thing going on between the two of them was something that was expected to happen. There was no stopping it; it ought to occur.