[When she yanks his wrost out of his hand, for a moment he's stunned. It has never happened before that she reacted like this to his touch and it sorta scares him. What in Merlin's name could he have done to make her feel like that? He can't think of anything, but he's starting to feel really horrible.]

Maybe it will. But that won't really solve anything, will it?

[He replies, because whatever happened - and he still has no idea what - and he was the cause, he was running into danger of repeating it, which is something he'd really rather not.]

If I did something wrong, I want to apologize properly. I can't do that without knowing what it was.

[He hesitates for a moment over what he wants to say next, but in the end, he figures if that won't make her spill, then nothing will and at least she'll be warned.]

You know I could just use legilimency on you, right? But I'd really prefer if you told me yourself.