It impresses him a little every time she can meet his gaze so unflinchingly. Even if there were any humans who knew what they were and that they meant no harm...well, it's one thing to say it, another thing entirely to turn off thousands of years of instinct. And yet, here she is, sitting there telling him she's not afraid of him, and meaning it. Really meaning it.
There's a little stirring in him at that, and after a moment he recognizes it as a strengthening of his resolve. He will not, not do anything to bring her to harm. She doesn't fear him, and he doesn't fear her. He's started with less of a footing than that.
He lets her speak and doesn't interrupt, not until she's finished and asked a question. "I'll stay. I'll spend that time fetching those birches back here for you. They're not more'n ten miles out. Won't take long. But I wouldn't say no to something to read." He turns in his seat to keep facing her as she does the washing up. "Pick things you'd enjoy. I have an...eclectic array of interests, after this long. That was you?"
Now she gets an admiring smile as he shifts to sit backward on the chair, resting his crossed arms against the back. "I remember that fight, Emmett wanted to pitch in but it would've taken us too long to get there." It's a shame it would be too dangerous for them to spar, he can still remember admiring that redheaded spitfire in the flashes of news footage that had actually shown her. Naturally most of the coverage had been of Iron Man, Captain America, the Hulk, Thor.
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There's a little stirring in him at that, and after a moment he recognizes it as a strengthening of his resolve. He will not, not do anything to bring her to harm. She doesn't fear him, and he doesn't fear her. He's started with less of a footing than that.
He lets her speak and doesn't interrupt, not until she's finished and asked a question. "I'll stay. I'll spend that time fetching those birches back here for you. They're not more'n ten miles out. Won't take long. But I wouldn't say no to something to read." He turns in his seat to keep facing her as she does the washing up. "Pick things you'd enjoy. I have an...eclectic array of interests, after this long. That was you?"
Now she gets an admiring smile as he shifts to sit backward on the chair, resting his crossed arms against the back. "I remember that fight, Emmett wanted to pitch in but it would've taken us too long to get there." It's a shame it would be too dangerous for them to spar, he can still remember admiring that redheaded spitfire in the flashes of news footage that had actually shown her. Naturally most of the coverage had been of Iron Man, Captain America, the Hulk, Thor.