She hastiated unsure whether to follow him or not. Then she decided to take a slow few steps into his direction. "You clearly have a flattering tongue," she commented. It was vague whether she consisted it a good or a bad thing. She wasn't quite sure herself. Her independence was dear to her - it was a coat she wore with pride and that ousted her shelter. But this man might have the power to undermine it and it scared her. As did the thought of a lonely life.