Jess felt her heart swell a little with hope. She wished she could go to the bathroom to wash the horrible teartracks off her face. "I like being here," she admitted after a moment. "I hate it down there in that... in the dormitory." She uncurled her arms from her legs and forced herself to meet his eyes. "I would be good to you," she promised. "I like... being with you, when you're not messing around in my mind. I.. I know I'm not very good at cleaning, but I know you like my body." Her eyes dared him to claim otherwise. "It's all I have to give in return for your protection."