She looked at him, he was wrong he did not know what he was talking about what he was saying was false....right? She was always told she deserved to be hit. She leaned back in her chair her wine glass in his hands as she looked from him down and tapped her finger ever so gently on the wine glass and bit her lower lip slightly,"Really? Why do you say that?" She asked putting the glass on the table and moving to put her hands in her lap and tugged at her sleeves. Maybe he was right....maybe just maybe he was.  Suddenly she was being hugged and it shocked her hearing that he would protect her and she looked at him in udder disbelief, "You will? But you...you barley know me." She said. Oh his man was so kind and very sweet. "T..thank you very much, you don't know how much I appreciate you saying that. She heard his last words and she smiled,"Thank you very much." She said again.