[ Looking down, she bites at her lower lip, and slowly leans back so that she may raise her arms to begin washing there.

It seems that she more she talks, the worse it becomes-- but if she leaves things as they are, will the misconception fester into something they can't control?

She swallows. ]

I've never been displeased with you, William. I find myself fortunate to warrant your attentions as it is. Please know that much.

[ A breath, as she looks away, halfheartedly washing her neck. ]

And I'm sorry for my selfish heart. I wish I were better.