"Seems to me," she starts, frowning a little at the pastry, "that's exactly what he was counting on you doing."
"He's always ignored your desire that he leave you alone. Always. You try to leave, he doesn't let you; you ask him to go, he doesn't. Every time you make it clear you don't want anything to do with him. Until one day he respects your wishes, trusting that the jarringly unfamiliar circumstance will be enough to make you forget you want nothing to do with him, to make you forget what he is, in favor of your curiosity."
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"Seems to me," she starts, frowning a little at the pastry, "that's exactly what he was counting on you doing."
"He's always ignored your desire that he leave you alone. Always. You try to leave, he doesn't let you; you ask him to go, he doesn't. Every time you make it clear you don't want anything to do with him. Until one day he respects your wishes, trusting that the jarringly unfamiliar circumstance will be enough to make you forget you want nothing to do with him, to make you forget what he is, in favor of your curiosity."