[He leans back just slightly from the look and blinks-- jeez, it's like she's glaring daggers at him-- but then he offers her a little smile when she takes the food.]
It's no problem.
[And then he sits-- giving Dairine her space, of course-- before eating his soup quietly. He's not even going to attempt to engage this one, as she's got anger and other unpleasant emotions virtually rolling off her. He'd rather not be killed with a look, thank you.]
no subject
It's no problem.
[And then he sits-- giving Dairine her space, of course-- before eating his soup quietly. He's not even going to attempt to engage this one, as she's got anger and other unpleasant emotions virtually rolling off her. He'd rather not be killed with a look, thank you.]