““I hope you don't really see yourself that way," I said. He turned to look at me and narrowed his eyes. "How do you see me?" he said softly. ... "I think you're. . ." My voice went nearly silent. "Dangerous." "Why?" he whispered… ". . . You make me think too much." … "I can't help it, Alexis," he said. "I want to make you think too much. . . and then I want to hear the things you've been thinking. . . too much.””
