“Come in and close the door,â€? Tyroshaun said without turning. Still staring out the window, he tried to figure out just what he was going to say. He wasn’t mad at her, per seâ€"frightened somewhat, and concerned, yes, but not mad. He waited until she’d done as he asked before turning around to lean back against the sill. Crossing his arms over his chest, he looked down at her with an almost amused expression on his face. He shook his head slightly and said, “I don’t bite, y’know.â€? He wondered, very briefly, if this is what his father had felt like after every scrape he and Katrinaâ€"or any of his siblings, for that matterâ€"had gotten themselves into, and rather pitied him.
He sighed and rubbed his temple again. She looked like a frightened rabbit, and he had to admit privately that he probably could look fairly imposing. Still, somehow the idea was ludicrous, and he tried to figure out how he could put her at her ease, even a little. Finally he said, “You’re a bloody idiot. I hope you’ve figured that much out by now.� All right, so maybe that was a little harsh. But then again, he’d never really been one for mincing words at all. “What were you thinking, going out alone and unarmed?�
