There's a difference now. Eirene knows she can affect him while he's under the influence of one form of meteor rock, and there's a chance that could include the others. It's a slim hope, but at least it is something.

She reaches back and removes one of his hands from her waist, lacing her fingers with his. "It does. So talk to me. Somewhere, deep down, you meant some of that stuff. Tell me what I'm doing wrong."