For what seemed a single long moment, Anton simply regarded Helena from beneath the dark fringe of his hair. It would have been hard to tell whether he was looking at her face or some point just below it, closer to her neck where her pulse beat and drove truths home that her words could not. She was terrified just to be in his presence. Well, that much could be rectified rather easily. But not yet. Not until he processed all that she said. While it was true that he'd killed one of his father's servants just a few months earlier, that had been a complete accident of magic. The fool had volunteered, after all.
The more Helena talked, the further Anton's eyes slid away from her. He wanted to cry and lash out all at once. Not at her, but at the injustice of his life. It was a childish thing and he quashed the urge viciously, taking a savage sort of pleasure in his ability to control himself. It was yet another silent argument against his killing her.
Finally, he blinked once, very languidly as though waking from a strange dream. He faced her squarely and dipped his head in place of a more formal bow. Briefly he wondered if he would lose his mannerisms in this place. If he would shift and change and become someone else entirely. Someone that was capable of killing for no reason. Or perhaps someone better than he'd been before. Someone people liked and respected. He could only hope for brighter things out there, because in here, his cold and closed-off heart was breaking. There was nothing to be done and little else to be said.
"As you wish then, Lady Helena. I shall remove myself from your presence and see to it that I keep my distance moving forward. Since we must seemingly share this small piece of land for the time being, take comfort in the fact that I have no magic and no weapons and that, as you said, I am not myself."
It was an odd statement and it twisted his lips to speak it, as though he'd bitten into a lemon. Nonetheless, he rose from his chair and immediately stepped backward. He would not give Helena any reason to suspect him as being dangerous here, lest she spread word to the friends she'd doubtless already made. He would not be made a prisoner over her currently baseless fears.