She leaned back, and took another bite, looking away with a shrug. "So should I be afraid of you?" She asked. "Should I be running as fast and as far away from you as I can?" She swallowed the rice, and scraped the last of it up, before putting the container on the coffee table, and hugging her knees to her chest, bare toes peeking out from the bottom of her jeans. "Or am I right in thinking that you won't hurt me? I remember what happened last night. You stopped. You stopped, and you fixed it. I don't think some heartless demon would do that. Why not? You were going back anyway, why would it matter to you if I died as well?"