It couldn't be anymore beautiful

Tryin' to wash away all the blood I've spilt
This lust is a burden that we both share

Okay, so maybe Maea had meant something bigger than just a little jealousy, but honestly, there were very few external things that bothered Liam. Sure, there were the big ones: lying, cheating, inequity. But pools of blood and hunting habits and the kind of specific things that Liam took her question to mean... not so much. So instead he defaulted to the internal things that bothered him most, because they should be things that he could control, but couldn't. And maybe that was the crux of it after all - what bothered him most was his lack of control, primarily over his own, deeply buried issues.

But jealousy was easier to explain.

Fortunately, Maea seemed content to take that and run with it, and he chanced a glance in her direction when it became clear that she wasn't going to laugh or scoff. "I don't know if that's true, but I'm honored that you think so," he rumbled, a faint blush turning his cheeks a red that was easily dismissed as a flush from the heat. "What magic did you used to have?" he wanted to know, studying her. "If you've ever told me, I'm sorry to say I've forgotten."

Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt

Liam