"I am sitting," his tone was low and quiet, completely relaxed. He looked up at her without worry or fear at all. His posture was natural for him, a hunched over perch that never quite left, even as he stood. "Of course you wouldn't, I know your story. I might be the only one in the world who knows absolutely everything about you, save for what's happened here, of course." He set aside his tea when the food arrived, getting a strange look from the hostess.
"That, and I trust you." He added, in his mind, I know you've killed here, but I've already told you I can't do anything about it, not without full proof, so I won't. I'd rather just start fresh. I made my own sacrifices, after all. We all have, in one way or another. But it's not fair to come in fighting, when I can start fresh.
After the hostess left, he started picking up pieces of candy and sweet rolls with his thumb and forefinger, depositing them onto his own plate. "Anyway, it'd be nice to see a girl like you change. If what you believe is true, and that you really are doing God's work, wouldn't you like to put it to good use for a change?"