"He brought you to me as a gift," Jonathan said honestly, looking up at her. "He thought it would...make me happy to have you in my care." He shifted, rolling his chair backwards towards a small table, pouring a cup of tea for himself, before looking at her in silent question to see if she wanted any.s
He didn't poison it, considering he was drinking it, but he could understand if she refused.
"As for why...I'm not a nice man, Honour. You...reminded me of someone I loved quite deeply and I had to lash out, to destroy that. Before I felt that way for you even more then I did."