Annie has become too good at reading his moods. It was about surviving the Emperor who had similar if sinister looks on his face. She tells herself that this is different. It still makes sense to confess something to him.

"I wouldn't be interested in him for... anything you'd expect." Annie blushes as she gathers her courage. "I liked how he treated me. It was tender and sweet. I liked that. I think... if anything? That's why I'd be interested."

She eyes the mugs of tea he is carrying and grimaces because it's hard to accept things she hasn't seen prepared. Annie scolds herself from drinking things she hadn't seen poured herself. She knows logically L.L is safe but there's that lingering fear of the unknown. The dark, really. The unknown is what scares her. All those lonely nights left by herself with her parent's house up near the back woods.

No matter how pretty the house was it was still dark and lonely at night.

"Where's the pjs?"