[She isn't really surprised that it isn't enough for him. Sounds just like something he would say. And in a way, it's almost complimentary.

She isn't sure what to call it, but hearing it and knowing it, warms her right down to the core.

The rest of what he has to say only heightens that. So he thinks of her. And it isn't all just simply anger. She is undeniably stirred and pained, a perplexing combination of her feelings. She's thankful he's can't see her, to see the way she worries at her bottom lip or the furrow of her brow.

It's one thing to hear one's effect on another. It's quite another to see it.]

I can't possibly know what you're thinking. I'm not you. I would never make that assumption and I've not exactly asked.

[And she hasn't asked because she's far too afraid of what she'd hear.]