"No." He isn't going to rip his pants in a tug of war, so he lets her have them. But he grabs a sheet to wrap himself with instead. "You want strong? I've a stake, right there on the floor. Strong would be killing you. I still love you, Dru, with my soul and all. I'm a bloody fool to do it, after what's happened. But I do, so there you have it. I don't want to kill you. But you won't make me kill either. Not for you."

And if he could help it, he wouldn't kill her either. He sure as hell didn't want to.