He saw the fear in her vibrant violet eyes. Despite her growth in the last few days she was still a scared girl, and that would be with her in some form. She'd have to learn to channel it rater than hide from it.<br/>One hand kept up the alternating teasing, the other rested on a thigh of hers. "Sweetheart," he says softly, "you can't do the wrong thing. Not like you're used to. No one is going to yell at you, beat you or make your life hell because you did something wrong. When you're here," his eyes gestured to the room, "with me, the absolute worst thing that can happen is the mood gets killed by one or both of us When that happens we talk about what we both did, why the mood got killed and what we can do to fix things so it doesn't happen again, okay?"