"You fucking love me."

That much, at least, they've established. It doesn't mean that Harrow has to like her all the time. She lifts her cup and blows across the surface of her tea, having learned her lesson with that first ever hot drink in Canaan House. "You can tell me - did you make them as uncomfortable as possible on purpose? Don't mean you personally, obvs. It's got Crux written all over it."