Her grip falls loose in his, her eyebrow shoot high. She wants to trust what he's saying, but she deep down she doesn't. A side effect of the lifestyle. Nothing ever felt truly safe. Not without them. "Okay," she says again, softly. "No lies."

She looks at him, tries to smile in turn to soften her disbelief. To keep him from seeing how uncomfortable she was. "Is anyone else around?" It isn't a dislike for his company, she hopes he knows that. There were just other hands she wants to be holding, that would make her settle in her skin. She tightens her grip again in reassurance.