"Why am I the expert all of a sudden?" "Of the two of us, you have more stalking experience." He leaned back. "Really?" "Yes. When you let yourself into my apartment before we were dating, did you fidget while you watched me?" "Will you let it go?" he growled. "No." "I didn't fidget. I checked on you to make sure you hadn't gotten yourself killed. I wanted to know that you weren't dying slowly of your wounds, because you have no sense and half of the time you couldn't afford a medmage. I didn't stand there and watch you. I came in, made sure you were okay, and left. It wasn't creepy." "It was a little creepy." "It worked, didn't it?" "Worked how?" "You're still alive." "Yes, of course, take all the credit."