"You can't," Lewis Marshall brushed Victoria's forehead hair aside.
"Why not?" Victoria asked seriously.
Lewis Marshall seemed to smile, "Because I can't."
"Why can't you?" Victoria continued to ask, naively.
"Can't means can't. You can't fly, can't breathe under water; would I ask you why you can't?" Lewis Marshall's expression immediately turned a bit colder.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Victoria lowered her head, "I misunderstood you, I thought you were unwilling, not that you... can't."
"Why apologize?" Lewis Marshall's tone became gentle again, "Victoria Talkington, why apologize to me? It makes things so formal, I don't want you to treat me with such courtesy just because you're a bit angry with my behavior. I like you to be a bit more unrestrained. However, the condition is, you must be unrestrained in a way that suits my taste."
Victoria... didn't know what to say.
What does it mean to be unrestrained to his taste?
What is his taste, how would she know?
