Dammit why when he said it, when he talked like that did it make something flash across her entire lack of a heart and get to her. Puppy eyes and all. She knew what this would do to him, if he ever did get home and do what she asked he'd do it to stop it. And he'd become her friend. But there were more important things than that, thats where her focus had to be.
"You're already special Sam. You already have it in you, all this, this is just means to an end, not making you any different. You're already so very special...But yes" she added knowing he'd need to hear the words.
"If it ever made you that different, yes I'd tell you"
She knew well how much he trusted her, and she was happy to have that trust, here in LA it was useful. Here in LA, she liked it.
"Now come on.." she told him, beckoning him almost maternally toward her proffered arm. "Blood on the carpets is just tacky"