[ Daphne blinks, rapidly, and it seems for a moment that she is without words. It doesn’t last; she snaps out of it, shaking off his hand on her shoulder. ]

No. [ Her head shakes. She turns, pinching her nose the way she has seen Anthony do many times over. They are nothing if not mirrors in many ways. ] No, you’re not listening to me.

You’re… wallowing in your perceived misdeed. God, I am so tired of men wallowing around me. My brother, Simon, now you. And you think it is somehow virtuous, but I assure you it is not. If only you’d listen first, perhaps you would understand that.