Not fear exactly, but trepidation. Sloth licked her lips and leaned forward, touching her lips to his. She didn't quite close her eyes, but didn't keep eye contact. Breaking the kiss, she pulled away a little and rubbed her lips together, licking them clean and then running her tongue over her gums. "I think you're a bit crazy, maybe," she said softly, not condemning him for it in her tone, but rather stating an observation. "I bet you live in a nice place but you wish you'd murdered his neighbour instead."