“I know how to fight off death,” he said, rising from his seat and pushing his specks back with a finger. “What I am looking for is a reason as to why I should do so.” When her chest began rising faster and unsteady, he strode to her and watched as she followed each of his steps, not with fright but anticipation. Her neck craned to look up and him as he grasped the edges of the table and bent down a little to her. “Are you always this easily frightened?”
