Jonesy watched her for a moment, then looked around, as if he was afraid to call her name too loudly. Soon she’d be literally eating out of his hand. It would be a shame not to offer some concession. “I don’t know…it’s…well, okay. Come sit by me, Cassie. You need to eat, and I don’t have any utensils. He smiled at her and held up a little bacon for her, which was ready for her when she sat “I’ll be gentle. Promise.” the glint in his eye and tone in his voice must have been the same one the spider used when he invited the fly in for a snack…<br/><br/>He could call her by her name for a little…soon, he’d be able to call her anything he wanted. He just needed time and patience. The first he could not control, but the second he had in abundance. he patted the couch space between his legs. He’d be feeding her in a fashion much like a roman nobleman was fed fruits by his handmaidens. He’d attend to her now so he could attend to her later. It was agreat trade in his book!<br/><br/>