"Yeah, that - makes some sense -"
"Sorry. It's just that the thing you said sounded a bit - similar to an argument my mother once tried on me - about how the limit of selfishness was that I shouldn't care about what happened to the Keltham of tomorrow, because he was a slightly different person from me, so screw him - and I'm finally in the region that's supposed to be Evil, now, but then you said that you didn't care about - and it just sounded like - sorry."
"This all probably doesn't sound very romantic-escalatory, does it? Sorry bout that, I was somewhat better at dates in dath ilan when I knew all the conventions. My respect for you being the woman who decided to fling herself on the sharp kitchen knife of my early learning experiences."