There was something in his eyes that was almost too...something - yet she pushed the flicker of doubt away as she led him back behind the bar and up the stairs. Once there, she gestured to the sofa, taking a seat herself. 'I thought we'd be more comfortable here. Perhaps a bit warmer too,' she added.
She gave him a compassionate smile and caressed his face. 'Things will be alright, love, I promise. Once you've learnt how to live with what you are - accept what you are. I'm sure you can see the benefits once you're past the shock.' She smirked. 'If nothing else you'll never grow old and ugly,' she said with a smile, trying to cheer him up. He was a sweet boy - who needed her, perhaps wanted her (though she was still not sure that she wanted him) - how could she mind that he was sitting so close when he obviously needed her comfort?