She frowned, uncertain. He had never given her such a look before. They were often confusing to one another, but usually not disbelieving. Her head dipped slightly, dark hair falling over moon-pale skin. What else was there to say but nothing?
The tea was familiar, the cookies she had fed him before too, or tried to at least. Her home was familiar in layout and overall design. Now and again even the music was familiar, or at least the light, soft voice singing. He had heard her sing before.