The room now contained only the two of them, and Anya naturally understood that the poem Harry had recited was praising her.
She could also discern the feelings in Harry's heart.
Thus, Harry deliberately avoided explicitly stating it and even feigned an embarrassed fluster, as if he had spoken his innermost thoughts unintentionally.
This approach not only allowed Anya to sense his attraction to her but also made him appear refined and cultured.
Moreover, since Harry had merely recited a poem without clarifying anything, Anya felt no sense of aggression from him, nor did she find him sleazy.
This ambiguous, elusive, and emotionally fluctuating interaction immediately struck a deep chord with Anya, who was utterly enamored with tragic romance literature.
