[Ah, so he can't help it but act nonsensically. That must be why he's done nothing but blab and hesitate uselessly. Why does she keep meeting this Type? Rhetorical as the question may be, as much as she may continue pretending she wouldn't do the exact same thing were she the one in his shoes.

Her cool gaze grows more distant, the scowl abating. Yet she begins walking his way instead of backing off now, whip in hand again as she approaches him one slow and steady step after the next.]

Is that so. And how far are you willing to go, prying for no reason other than because you can- no, because that's what you want to do?