She was shaking, he noticed. Interesting. The pain from his wounds momentarily forgotten, he took another small step forward, his head tilted to to one side as he studied her, his expression once again curiously blank. "What's wrong, love?" he asked softly, though he sounded far more intrigued than actually concerned. "It can't be me you're frightened of," he continued, frowning slightly, as though trying to figure out the answer to a particularly challenging puzzle. He took another step forward, watching her dispassionately. "What is it, love? I won't tell anyone."