““Are you planning to stay?" He looked down at her. "That," he stated, his voice very low, "depends largely on you." Patience looked into his grey eyes- and froze. Every muscle was paralyzed, all the way to her toes. The idea that he was amusing himself, without any real intent, died- slain by the look in his eyes. The intent in his eyes. It could've have been clearer had he put it into words.””
