"No, no... you... you don't have to li-- You don't have to leave," Sebastian assured her, lifting his hands up with his palms out. "I won't touch you."
That came out clearly, something he'd said many times to many women. A promise that was very common in his line of work. Not to touch, not to threaten, not to harm. "You can stay... Stay here, please. It's not hea--" She knew it wasn't healthy. Good God, man. Pull it together. "It's not safe."
She knew that, too. That didn't even begin to scratch the surface of what it was. Their captors had set up a functional terrarium, however, and clearly didn't want any escapes. "Let's be rational... There's nowhere to hi... Nowhere to go. We have... to think. We have to... plan this out..."