She ducks her head and laughs, a close approximation of someone embarrassed, but pleased. It's fascinating how eager he is to prove to himself that he's not the monster he believes himself to be. It would be sweet if it wasn't so pathetic.

There's no trace of that opinion on her face when she lifts it again to meet his eyes, one hand lightly touching her hair near where the flower sits.

"Jeez, you just couldn't get any sweeter, could you?"