“I should be hearing it, if you’re interested as you say. But I’m not,” she said simply. “Though you believe what you’re saying, that’s quite clear,” Summer admitted.
“Yeah, because I’m telling the truth,” he quipped immediately in response. In aggravation, he took another sip of his scotch. He had become upset and she helped him; now it was his turn. The only problem was Tony was terrible with anything even remotely related to feelings. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”
“Why in the world do you even want to?” Summer fell back a step, raising her head. Her eyes glittered green in the lights. “Yeah, sure, you can persuade me to believe what you say, you’re supposed to be good at that. And that brings us right back to the start of this, doesn’t it? Because you won’t.”