At his words, her bravado faltered.  She didn't say anything for a minute, and then her voice returned, although it was barely more than a whisper.  "If you wanted to kill me, you would have already.  I just watched the way you move.  You could hurt me if you wanted to, and you haven't yet.  You didn't set me up last night just to have me for yourself, or you would have taken what you wanted from me then."<br/><br/>Lexi was her father's daughter, and that meant she could pick apart an argument like and good attorney, and she could argue any point to death.  "I saw the look on your face this morning, Vician.  You were surprised to see me, and you didn't like that I recognized you.  Now, I'm<em>not</em>scared of you."  Well, maybe she was a little, but she wouldn't admit that to him.