Damita could of used kindness to make him feel guilty; she was not above such things. She had done it to her sisters time and time again, making them feel guilty for mean things they’d done to her – Guilt trips were fun mind games to play, but that was for childish antics; this was no child’s game. His facial expressions told her everything she needed to know about what he was thinking.<br/><br/>Could he not trust her? It was a hurtful thought that he would allow his suspicions to cloud his judgement, though Damita couldn’t be sure; she had lived around females her entire life and they were easier to read than the male counterpart of their species – Even if the male’s basic needs were simpler. Her little form shook against his, regretting having left the blanket where she had been sitting – Now it was probably cold again.<br/><br/>“As the English say, you should not look a gift horse in the mouth.” She chided quietly, her head tucked under his chin, “but I will tell you. You are not those animals in here,” She pressed her hand over where his heart was, feeling it beat beneath her hand<br/>