After all, she was safe. His anger was taken out in other ways and usually on other people. She couldn't complain about it and she wasn't afraid of him anymore.
Smiling again, her head rested over where his heartbeat should have been but wasn't. And oddly, she was okay with that. "Of course not. I'm just good at being scarce when I want to be." And after all, the more time she spent with him, the more she wanted to tell him that she loved him and that could prove dangerous. Maybe not temperament wise on him, but in other ways.