"In your eyes, am I really that desperate?" he asked resentfully.
Cecilia Adler met his gaze. "You are. Once the beginning of the month rolls around, well... it's hard to describe you."
Ian Quincy was speechless. 'How is it hard to describe?'
'Does she mean I'm too demanding, not as reserved as that other guy?'
'And that she doesn't like me getting close?'
His gaze darkened. After a long moment, he made up his mind. 'It's just a matter of being reserved, right? It's not like I can't do that.' "What do you mean, 'hard to describe'? I think you're just talking nonsense. What's wrong with me at the start of the month? Am I any different from usual?"
'How am I lecherous?'
'Is getting close to my own wife considered lecherous?'
'I'm appreciating her, I like her, I cherish her, alright?'
Cecilia Adler was silent. 'Aren't you aware of whether you're the same or not?'
'He's betting I won't be the one to spell it out, isn't he?'
'Fine.'
