"You're... capable of hurting me," Al pointed out. "It's logical to be afraid."
He stood though, inching toward the wall, the wall of the tower which held the windows to the outside.
There had to be a good thing in all of this. Something he could say to her. She was at the window again and that window seemed to make her very still and very teary.
"Although, I am not expecting you to hurt me right now, if it helps."