'You've never asked me what I want,' he points out, his voice calmer than he actually feels.

Because she hasn't, and now she's kicking him into touch because of it.

'I'm always up for a laugh, Kate. But you're the one who ran away whenever I touched you, an' then got pissed off when I did the right thing. So I s'pose you were right at the beginning. You jus' don' fancy me.'

He says it flatly. It's a blow to his ego, of course it is. But he can be truthful about it, and then move on, if that's what she wants.

He takes the fag out of his mouth and drops it to the floor, grinding it out underfoot.

'S'pose I'll get out of your hair, then.'