"Tell me something. Why do you find it so hard to look at me? is it my tattoo's? my hair? my eyes? what? Just...it gives me the impression that you either don't like something about me or you like a lot about me and don't want to show it..." Himeko's face turned red from embarrassment as she wasn't used to being called out on it, but her problem was hardly anything he had mentioned.....She took a breath, "It's none of that....Really....I actually like the way you look believe or not....It's just that I'm not very used to this, you know?" she gazed over him, "Talking....I'm not used to it, like....Fighting, you've seen me fight and how I don't hesitate, but that's different. Fighting is completely different, I don't have to hold back anything, it's really all I've known growing up.....But....Talking, a nice conversation and all, I've really only had my father for that and we hardly talked much. So you can see why I'm not exactly comfortable looking at you while speaking....I'm not very comfortable speaking to others anyways, you're just the exception." Himeko finished speaking not noticing the nervous rub she was giving her left arm and how she looked away from him from time to time. Their drinks came and Himeko took the cup into her hands slowly sipping.