Daniel shook his head gently, his eyes making direct contact with Michelle's as a small smile found the edge of his lips. 'No, it's not corny at all... If there were more people like you, who had the strength and the desire to battle against these evils, well then the fight would probably go a little better in our favour. As it is, it feels like we are fighting a loosing battle half the time...'<br/><br/>There was almost a sigh accompanying that last statement, almost a hint of despair - the sort of despair given from someone who knows they are on the loosing team, but that there isn't anything else to do but play the game. It was probably the first time she'd seen him be anything less than optimistic - or at least not lend a heavily sarcastic edge to anything negative that he said.<br/><br/>He nodded in reply to Michelle's wishes to sleep, the words that were about to fall from his lips cut short by the sharp ringing of the doorbell. 'I'll be back in a moment' he said as he stood and made his way out to the hallway, a brief conversation of muffled voices before the door shut once more. There were footsteps leading back to the living room area - quickly cut short by the doorbell ringing yet a second time.<br/><br/>Some moments later, Daniel returned to the living room with several takeaway bags held within his grasp. 'Looks like the food has arrived' he said somewhat more cheerfully, placing the bags on the coffee table in front of them. 'Do you want some plates or cutlery?'