[He shakes his head; she's missing it completely. So he just tightens his grip and stares at her, icy blue gaze intent and intense willing her to actually listen for once.]

That's why it's beautiful. Because it's raw, because it hurts. Because it's something real. You play the ice queen all the time, but I touch it, even for a moment, and you're everything you are underneath that. You can't help it. And it's hot, watching you like that, watching you come apart for even a moment, and I swear to god if you call me a liar or protest in any way I will fucking bite you again.