Denise : Why did you feel the need to act alone. To hide your plans from me?
Moray : It's from a desire to protect you.
Denise : I do not want, nor do I need protection.
Moray : You must make allowances for a man shielding his love from the murkiness of men, and business. You are my most prized possession. Even over the Paradise.
Moray : [slaps him across the face] I fear you will never understand. No matter the depth of your love, it does not equate to ownership. I am not your possession. I refuse to live in a box marked "my little champion." I'm sorry John...