"Both. I haven't been in to many relationships to get that close to want to stop someone to stop talking." He shoves around his eggs while she explains about why she feels at ease and happy around him. True, other than the fight in the plaza with Nacita's goons, he had kept a pretty neat lid on why he had earned such a dangerous reputation. He frowns mentally at the mention of dark secrets. Does she know anything? He finally puts away the rest of his food. "You don't have to wash those by hand you know. I do have such thing as a dish washer." There's a slight hint of amusement in his voice.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Richard's plane was coming in for the decent over the international airport in Barcelona. He didn't know how or why, but he had found papers in his mailbox that would allow him to leave the United States without being caught. Passport, shot records, even a false credit history. And the promise of finding Lunara again. He had used the ticket included in the package. He smiled. Soon enough he would see [b]his[b] Lunara again.</span>