He shrugged, it hadn't been a compliment, but a fact, though if she wanted it the other way, it was fine with him. "And that was not your fault, or anyone's actually. I didn't know that you were mine to confuse until I saw that sigil, and by then, too late. Though the thought might scare you, that is how I usually work, blatantly blazing forward. Sorcerer, you know? Like a favored soul, but arcane rather than divine or psionic. And both of us pressured you to decide, so it really isn't your fault. However, if you absolutely do not want to be comforted, I am sure we could work something out later to your satisfaction. Perhaps a long talk over how I tend to act, along with several others there, so they can paint a real picture of who I am, rather than the less biased one I would likely indulge in?"