"You'll make me cry." His eyes widened a little, moved between mine. "I wouldn't." "You would. I've seen it, I see how you treat girls." His hand at my waist tightened. "I wouldn't do that to you. You're not - I know you're not like that. We wouldn't be that." "I don't trust you." He sighed, but not with impatience. "I know." He nodded. "But you will."