[That was exactly what she was afraid of. That he would get in her pants, get bored, then leave. Without that little fear in the back of her mind, she would probably jump him the moment she was sure her roommates could handle themselves and not die. So, in a couple days. But right now, she was worried. When he ran his finger along her jaw, she closed her eyes and moved her head with it.

Well, he sounded sincere enough. She hoped it would last. And she was content about it until he made the remark about her scars. That got her to look away and wrap her arms around herself.]

It's very pretty, and very powerful. If I didn't like you so much, I'd lift it and use it for evil. Joking. [No, she wasn't.] But when you say... almost anything, do you mean... I mean, I've watched you take an axe in the heart.