"You are?"
"I am."
"You'll lose your property."
"I can't help that."
Smith glanced up at me curiously: "You are in love, Michael.
"I think I am."
"Don't be."
"What!"
"Don't be in love," he repeated gently. "It isn't any use. It's no good, Michael."
What he said annoyed me and he perceived it.