[With him standing now, towering over her and shifting his weight from one foot to the other, Evelyn feels impossibly small. The giddiness she allowed to creep up subdues itself, her gaze drops to his chest and she contemplates his words with her usual scepticism.]

...you aren't being selfish,

[she points out, suddenly defencive and raising an eyebrow at him.]

And a decision regarding my safety should require the acquiescence of both parties. Do I not have a say?