Kanda didn't blame her, to say things like that meant there was always going to be some difficulty saying it regardless of what emotion was inherently felt. This particular exorcist had never quite bothered with talk. He had gotten really good at actions. When he didn't like someone, he insulted them or tried to kill them. This shouldn't be so different, he figured.

"Then don't tell me," he started, lifting his head and instead reached to turn her face towards him. "Show me. It's easier, right? If you want to be with me, be with me. If you want to tell me something sweet, then you can just kiss me." Because like hell he was going to be raking his head all the time for something 'sweet' to say.