"Not nervous," he corrects her indignantly. "Anxious. Very big difference."

As they enter the bar he stops and impulsively kisses her.

"You sure? Mary Anne," he says, looking into her eyes. "It can't be undone. You have to be sure. You..." Ruin sighs, looks away then back at her. "I don't want you to hate me for doing this. Hate me for what I did to Gorlim, hate me for all I've done and will do to various sentients, but this? You can't hate me for this. I can't have you do that."

(can't have you be like her... get it then hate me for giving it to you...)