"You shouldn't," he tells her, as he steps forward and takes her bare hand in his, slipping the mitten back on with tender care. She curls her fingers hard around his, and he meets her eyes and sighs. "But the way you reacted just now – this isn't what you want, Granger." She begins to protest, but he overrides her. "You can't know what you want." His voice goes on, implacable and reasonable. "You've been captured for over three fucking months, and I am the only person you can trust, the only person who can comfort you, the only one who can protect you, and I clearly – clearly am attracted to you. How can you know that you would feel this way if we weren't in this situation?"