You'd think wrong. I can't tell with you and it vexes me. Your motives are unclear, as are your feelings. You tell me you revile me, yet you crawl into bed with me in a moment of what I can only assume is weakness. You enjoyed it, I know that, yet the idea of doing it again seems to offend you, which leads me to believe I offend you, and as I've been nothing but honest with you, I can't understand why.