[He jerks out of reach, takes a step back. The whole point of this is that he not be pulled back into it, that he stay above it, and Petre's not ruining that by replaying the whole scene again. No touching.]

Yeah. Twice. [He glances off to one side, as if vaguely nostalgic.] All that sweet-talking, how could I resist? But you still thought you'd made it happen, so then I kissed you to prove you hadn't.

[Let him chew on that for a bit, realize how badly he's fucked up.]