Tony loves me; he loves me not.

Last night, when I arrived home from work (about 10 p.m.), Tony came to the door to greet me.  He was bashful when I asked him to kiss me, but eventually he did, after which he retreated to the bedroom.

This morning, he was in bed when I asked him to say good bye before I went back to work, and he said "no!" and turned over away from me.