"What? How can you say that? Didn't I treat to dinner tonight?" She was incredulous. "Haven't I offered to give you anything of mine you've ever admired?"
"All material things." He shrugged. "You're greedy with your time. Why do you hoard it so?"
"No one else complains..."
"They like the material. They only want the surface." He cocked his head. "I want deeper."
"Um... I gotta go... maybe next time... see you!" She fled, the truth of his words chasing her like hounds a rabbit.