He briefly wonders why she doesn't just jinx him, because she's a witch for Merlin's sake. But somehow she never does, and that gives him a glimmer of hope; as messed up as they are, she still doesn't want to hurt him.

He barged into my life without warning, and he played with my mind for his endeavours. He was loyal to a fault; he freed me. Before him, I had nothing. Now I have everything - but somehow, somewhere along the way, he has taken all of me. -1600s AU-

Too close. She let him get too close, and now there was no going back. She let him have her; have her, take her, possess her.

So they both drink silently, on her kitchen floor, leaning on each other for support; and there are times when she feels he's about to snap and tell her everything, but he never does.