[ She shoves against his chest, but he was expecting that. It's why he doesn't get out of her way. In fact, he moves forward, starting to herd her further away from the door. ]

Have you forgotten our conversation back at the Inn? When you were in my bed, in my arms? The kiss we shared that night? I told you then, that I kissed you because I wanted to. That you mattered.

And after the night of the gala? I know you may be trying to forget that now considering you're still mad at our roommate-that-shall-not-be-named. I'm quite certain it came up again there, if you'd somehow forgotten my interest and appreciation the rest of the night. And trust me, I have thought about that night a lot.