A chuckle slipped from Lucy's lips as her hand tightened on the dagger. The man must have been getting truly desperate, trying to make her believe in ghosts and other fantasies. This was no where near as clever as his other games.
"My father's been dead for years. And no one offers food, clothing and shelter that easily to a stranger." Very few of them had such luxuries to spare. A few might help out a new arrival, but not without testing them in some way first. "Who or what are you? Really?"