He could, for instance, belong to Cordelia who would eat him alive. She was so busy thinking about that highly amusing image that it took her a moment to understand his question. When she did, she went as quiet as he had.

"Oh, John." She exhaled slowly. What an impossible question in a place where it wasn't even possible so far as she knew. "If I thought you were sure you wanted me and not just the comfort of living with someone?" That sounded awful. "Would you really want to?" And that sounded no better. He was going to hate her.