[His lips remain slightly parted as she separates from him, his gaze purposefully travels from her mouth to her eyes. He's found something he wants flickering across her face - what he didn't get with a stolen body he now thinks he finds locked between that confusion and uncertainty. And if there's nothing to discern from his face other than the ghost of a grin, then there might be something more telling in the way his hands linger at her waist and shoulder as she pulls away. She is young, and she is naive, and it makes her a poor liar.
It makes her something that he wants.]
I think you might be safe now. [What he means is from the bots, but that doesn't make it any more true.