“Let me see … you’re not from around here, so you don’t like attachments. You think you’re dangerous, and mysterious, and you take pains to present yourself that way — but if you were really dangerous, we wouldn’t be discussing you killing me. You’d’ve just done it already. So although you /could/ be dangerous, you don’t allow yourself that very often. The mystery isn’t just a facade to keep people off — you really believe you have something to hide. … What are you afraid of?”
There was a long pause before he spoke, thinking over the words that the red headed woman just said. “That’s it. I’m leaving.” He turned away and began walking away from her.
“You came to me,” she muttered, grumpily. She hadn’t even cheated any. Anyone could have seen those things. “Coward.”