Love me? [She repeats, tone cut evenly between disbelief and anger, aghast that he would dare to make such a claim now, of all times. Her hand arcs before her and knocks his away as she steps back.]

You care no more for me than the strangers on these streets. I am a point of pride for you and nothing else.

[She withdraws her arms and all but glowers down at him, her expression shifting and laced with bitterness and hurt.]

In all your life you cared not at all for what happened to me, just as my brothers, just as all my cousins; a few weeks in a new land shall not change that much.