He looked away when she glared at him, blue eyes burning hotly. She hated him. What else had he been expecting when he gave her the gift? Gin decided he had been fooling himself into thinking that she'd be perfectly fine with the proposition.

"O'course it's not funny. I wasn' jokin'." The ex-captain stood then, not wanting to stay within the sights of those eyes. They were filled with anger for him, and that was all he should've expected. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Sorry ta bother ya. Keep it if ya wan'." And with that, he started stepping down the ladder, dropping off halfway through and landing lightly on his feet. A few short shun-po steps later, and the building where they had sat was out of sight. But not out of mind.

She would never be out of mind.