"You're so...soft," he said, his eyes filled with wonder. When she gave him an annoyed expression, he shook his head, raising a hand, though his voice didn't raise upon his explanation; there was no need. "I don't mean that as a form of weakness; in fact, I mean quite the opposite." His hand lowered, though his eyes remained right where they were, locked with her own. "It's strange, really; I don't know what it is about you... You're just one of those people who could whisper, and anyone lucky enough to hear you would know not to second guess you. It's very interesting... You look like you couldn't harm a fly, even with your words." He shifted closer, the lightest tracing of a smile on his lips. "But we both know that's just a facade...don't we?"
