He felt a bit better when she let go. She wasn't stabbed, which was a plus (for now) and he got his knife back.
He held her gaze, his dark eyes bottomless and sparkling. It was strange, how dead they could look and yet how alive. "It's a predicament alright," he admitted. "We could play rock paper scissors. Winner gets to walk away, loser is slave for a day. Or Monopoly? But that would take a really long time."
He glanced over his shoulder at the rising moon. "And, anyway, no one's expecting you back any time soon, right?" The idea of her little boyfriend curled up on a couch crying somewhere over Candy made him smile.