"Why? So I can starve for dancing? I knew I shouldn't have done it. I knew I should have just... Left well enough alone," she sobbed, too tired to pull away. "I don't have a future in dance unless you count that stupid brothel offering me work." She sniffed loudly and then dissolved. "And I don't know my way back home, as if I needed that too." Then she finally pulled away and swiped angrily at the moisture on her face. She sniffled. "And I don't want to walk anymore, my feet hurt, and I'm hungry, and," she hiccupped, "I'm here with you despite the fact that you've touched every nerve of mine possible today in your haste to chase me around town. Why?" And she gave a shuddering breath and her gaze finally met his. Damn, why did she have to go and do that? There was something new that she wasn't even sure how to name. Perhaps attraction she tried to deny.