He stared at me for a moment in silence. Then, “Why would anyone do something that wasn’t to their advantage?”
I felt stupid, and scuffed my toes on the linoleum.
“Love?” I muttered, feigning interest in the cruet set.
He laughed. “Love is what we feel when another person satisfies our emotional needs.”
The killer move–I’d die for you. But I left it unvoiced. He’d only say I had a need to win the argument.