[Her words sting him and he flinches, looking away from her as she speaks.]

That's not it at all. [He says with a small sigh, taking out his lighter and tapping it lightly on the table.

He needs a smoke. Badly.]

You're not the Snow that I've known. I don't want you to be her. Because with you... I feel like I have a chance.

[He'd had enough talking for one day. He'd said all that he wanted, revealed too much. He fished the cigarettes out of his pocket and stood up.]

I need to step outside for a bit. The scent of this place is starting to get to me.