Snippet #1457858

A frown fell upon Cris' lips, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"Dangerous?" he muttered to himself, just soft enough that he hoped the girl didn't hear.
"Stranger..." The word felt foreign in his mouth. Then his eyes lit up, and his mouth upturned, "You know Miss...I wouldn't have to be a stranger" He was smiling like a small child now, so excited with the prospect, before the...rational...side of his brain took over. His face composed itself into a stern, cold look of no feeling, "That is, Miss, If you would wish it." This last bit was added on with an almost monotonous voice, but warm none the less.