"Pike, I can't lie right now, even if I wanted to," she chuckled a little bit, looking up at him and shaking her head. "I was scared for a half a second, yeah. But more that you'd leave than that you'd hurt me..." she admitted. That wasn't a lie. Even if she could, she wouldn't lie to him.
She listened as he talked. Really, the story should have repulsed her. And were her brother around, she was pretty sure that he'd lock her in some kind of secure room so that she couldn't be around him. But he wasn't, and for the first time since she'd gotten here, she was grateful for that. She looked at Pike, eyebrow raised as he continued on with his story. He was trying to scare her away. But it wasn't working. Claire Redfield had never been an easy scare, and she wasn't about to start now. Especially when it mattered as much as it did right then.
"Was. Were. Past tense, Pike. All of it," she pointed out, though she'd said it a million times before. She met his eyes again, now that he was looking at her and not angry. "But you know what? You've had every opportunity since you've gotten here to kill. People who have pissed you off, random guests...but you haven't done it. Only once, but it was to defend my honor," she smirked. "Not something a cold blooded killer does, mind you."
She looked at him, shrugging a shoulder. "You're not cold-blooded anymore, Pike. You want us to think you are, but you're not. And I think it's more of a defense mechanism for you than it is for us," she blurted out the last part before she could stop herself. God damned truth whatever.
"I think you know that I'm not going anywhere, Pike."