He was a little surprised when she admitted that she trusted him. Part of him immediately wanted to tell her not to make that mistake, that people died when they trusted him. But another part kept him in his seat, because Cat was someone who knew nothing about the things he'd done and she blushed prettily and he liked that this whole thing felt almost normal. And even if he didn't know her that well, the idea she trusted him and that she might even care a little about him getting hurt, he had to admit to himself like he selfishly liked it, so Bellamy stuck around and swallowed back his guilt.
The drinks arrived, the brilliant glow distracting him for a moment. Bellamy returned Cat's smile. "Yeah, this stuff definitely helps," he quipped, easily working to follow the lighter tone she was bringing back. He reached for his own drink and shifted in his chair a little uncomfortably as he thought the way the glow from the glass made her look even prettier. Once the glow faded, he took a sip and focused on the drink itself to get his mind on something else.
Cat spoke again and Bellamy shook his head, setting the drink down. "You're fine, really," he waved off her concern. "Just about everything here is a step up from what it was like back home," he quipped with a slight smirk, but it was just as much the truth as it was a joke. He lifted one shoulder in a half-shrug, "I'm not that interesting, but I'll tell you whatever you want to know," he offered.
"Or you could let me know what to say to keep you around and I'll just stick to that," he added lightly, offering a smile. Bellamy thought his attempt at being light-hearted and mildly flirtatious seemed clunky; something so casual was almost foreign, but he'd be lying to himself if he didn't like the attempt.