Her expression shifts. "He may be from your past, but he's not the man you are today."

"He's not the man who kissed me in that median. He's not the man who held my bloody hand in the stables and who backed me up against the wall and -- kissed me. He's not the man who -- who bought me Evita's diamonds."

She's scared. He can hear it in her voice.

"Listen, he's right behind that door. Do you want me to go get him? Bring him here?"