You promised, he objected.I know.What's the problem?I knew he thought it was mere embarrassment holding me back. I think it will make you mad or sad.His brows pulled together over his eyes as he thought that through. I still want to know. Please?I sighed. He waited.Well… I assumed it was some kind of… occasion. But I didn't think it would be some trite human thing… prom! I scoffed.Human? he asked flatly. He'd picked up on the key word.I looked down at my dress, fidgeting with a stray piece of chiffon. He waited in silence.Okay, I confessed in a rush. So I was hoping that you might have changed your mind… that you were going to change me, after all.A dozen emotions played across his face. Some I recognized: anger… pain… and then he seemed to collect himself and his expression became amused.