"Says the man who got a soldier to restrain me so that he could go do what he wanted his way," she muttered.
"Oh really?" she asked, leaning back and raising an eyebrow. "I've known him for seven months. I've only technically known you for two."
She tilted her head, regarding him as she pulled her legs to her chest. "Well, yeah," she said quietly. "But that's not what we're discussing here."
She frowned, studying him carefully. "I know you were," she said eventually. "But - and I want you to answer me honestly, here - do you resent that? Like, does it make you angry with me to think about?"