" I'm not difficult," Violet said. " I'm simple. I like good books and clever conversation and being left alone much of the time. How does that make me difficult? I make sense? I don't talk about my feelings, of course, but then, I don't want to." She shrugged. " So that's reasonable." Sebastian smiled despite himself, a smile that felt bitter even to him. " God, no. Not feelings. Heaven forbid that you have anything so messy." " I have feelings." She spoke stiffly. " I just don't talk about them. What's the point? Talking never changes them. "