"Anything, huh?" he teases her. "I might have to hold these cheese buns for ransom in that case." She's getting better. He's had a good deal more practice than she.

He shrugs a little. glancing sideways at her before he decides to actually try and explain his theory on it. "You learned how to kill things because it was what you had to do to survive. I learned how to use words because it's what I had to do. My mother has a temper; she gets angry easily, but if I could use words to soothe her then my brothers and I were safe."

He pauses. "As for the relationship stuff, I think you just have to realize that all of this is possible, and you want it. It gets easier after that."