Caleb watched her, as she watched him, fascinated that of all things she didn't trust him. He hadn't been the one attempting to kill her, it had been the other way around. If anyone should have been mistrusting it should have been him. However, as she made her promise, he trusted her and stood up, helping her to her feet. "I want to talk, because, it's already been stated I like you. Why do you treat this as though it is such a shock to your system your surprised you haven't died of shock?" Caleb questioned, once again raising his eyebrow. Then he looked around. "I'd rather go elsewhere and talk, you never know who's listening around here... even the floor has ears it would seem." He said, and refused to say another word, grabbing her arm and taking off towards the palace gardens, he knew a small rose garden where no one ever went. Because no -one except for him knew it was there.