Oh, I know what I'm doing--and it's particularly common of me--being who I am--" She paused, meeting his gaze deliberately.
"You don't know who I am.

Do you ?" "No," he said.

"I don't deserve to.

But I'll be miserable until I do." After a moment: "And you are not going to ask me--because, once, I said that it was nice of you not to ?" The hint of mockery in her voice edged his lips with a smile, but he shook his head.

"No, I won't ask you that," he said.