Telling him to leave was to admit defeat. Sure she didn't like it, but he knew she never liked seeing him. She was civil and kind enough, but she was like an icy stream.
Unconsciously, her grip tightened on her bow, his voice bringing her back. Something was telling her to run. Run like the wind. go inside, lock your doors. In her pride, she assumed Eros' curse was just being nasty.
"Dawne, my dog. She wanders off now and again." She frowned into the darkness, almost smelling the blood. After a few heartbeats she assumed her dog had trotted off to do its own thing. As Daphne believed all animals should have some freedom she allowed it. Someone would bring her back. "Anyway. Shall we?"