His legs come up to wrap around Burr, not to invite penetration, just to hold him close.

"A late night, after a long case," he murmurs, "that look you would get in your eyes, that you could just as soon murder me as hear me say another word... maybe we could have done something else to dispel the tension. I think I could have found some words more pleasing to your ears."

He doesn't want to respond, about Eliza.

"No," he says, petulantly. "I have nosebleeds, and I never did before. I'm very hungry, all the time, for things I never liked. And I cried two days ago because I tore a shirt."