Daniel kept his weight back on the heels of his feet and watched her expression change with the same interest as a spectator at a golf tournament. He had a very slight smile on his face, the enjoyment clear without being slavering or particularly admiring. Only Daniel could stare at someone quite so steadily without there being the slightest bit of flirtatious suggestion involved.
Most of the enjoyment went away when she started talking. The boredom never came back, and a frown settled down over his mouth. The twinkle went out of his blue eyes and he watched her a little longer, trying to see if she was telling the truth.
"Bad things," he repeated. There was an ever so slight rise in tone, but for the most part Daniel let silence and assumption ask his questions for him. Shades of journalism.