Pullio watches her carefully, eyes meeting hers, arms crossed on his chest. "You want me to kill?" He asks, obviously confused. "Or not?" He seems as if he wants to say more, but then stops. His eyes show a flash of distrust, "No. No face, no name." He looks down the alley, listening for anyone to walk in on them. He turns back to her and brushes his hand from his face. Pullio looks her up and down and scoffs, obviously not thinking very much of her.<span style="font-style: italic">Why should I help her?</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">She saved your life, Pullio.</span></span>A voice inside his head answers.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">She deserves your help. Besides, would it hurt to have one friend? Just one person? So what if she is using you, she obviously fears you. Just....don't kill her, at least, not right now. What if, she decided to travel with you? You know, keep you company? Taught you to read or something?</span></span><br/><br/>Pullio considers this and scratches his chin, leaving more streaks of red. His eyes flash back to her's, waiting for her to remove that scarf.