"What did you do?" Raven asks, curious. Maybe it's not the time or the place, maybe there are better questions she should be asking, but she's stuck on that one. She knows a little of how he was raised and now she knows what his mother is like, so she's interested to know how he turned out the way he did. For all his protesting, he's clearly not the man his mother might have wanted him to be.

She leans into him, lets him continue to touch her, kiss her temple. He's warm and he smells good and Raven could sit here all day if he'd let her. If things continue like this, she thinks maybe he even would let her, which is novel.

It's not bravery that keeps her here but more a kind of selfish whim, but she doesn't care. If he wants to keep saying nice things about her she's hardly going to stop him. Some part of her wants to circle back around to the poison thing, to chastise him for not recognising how brave he is himself when he's sitting here with her, going against all the things he's apparently been telling himself since he got here.

Instead, she waits until he pulls back a little before she tilts her head, moves so that she captures his lips with hers, just for a moment. Last time she tried this it hadn't gone so well, but she's not that easily put off, and she likes her chances a little more this time.