It is not even that far of a walk, you ridiculous man.

[ It's just crossing over to his bed! Which in and of itself is a sort of nerve-wracking step. There's a difference in what they're doing now to what they've done before, even if they have been on his bed before, if only passingly. ]

I am not a completely innocent creature, no matter what you might think of me. I have a dislike of crowds, and a greater dislike of the ones you draw to yourself. I have been jealous of them my whole life; that would certainly only intensify if you agreed to this sort of relationship with me. That hardly is an appealing thing, is it? But I won't lie and pretend that doesn't exist, either.