Anora stared incredulously at Darsby when her sarcasm went right over his head. [i]This guy for real?[/i] She rolled her eyes, a habit she had retained in part thanks to her younger sister.
	“Remind me to explain sarcasm to you later,” she said through a sigh.
	She started to lower her finger, when he looked toward her. Her breath caught when their gazes met, sending another wave of emotions not her own through her. Emotions akin to someone who cared, but from a distance, someone doing what they had to do out of necessity. Her grip on the hard binding of her sketchbook tightened.
	She opened her mouth to ask about the strange occurrence each time she met his eyes, but closed it again. She didn't want to waste one of her questions if he really [i]was[/i] keeping count already.
	She gave a quiet sigh of relief at his confirmation their deal still stood.
	[i]I’d say I deserve way more than two,[/i] she thought with an annoyed, bitter edge. But, as much as she wanted to, she did not argue against it. For once, she made herself think before she spoke. She didn’t need to risk him deciding to not even give her those two.
	She looked ahead of her and took a deep breath. “Answers given with [i]complete honesty[/i],” she reminded him of his full earlier statement. 
	Though she had yet to tangle out her second question from the knot of them in her head, there was no debating on her first one. 
	Trusting him to tell the truth, she looked to him. A firmness mingled with unease about the impending answer to her first, most important question. She looked him in the eye and took a deep breath.
	“What, [i]exactly,[/i] do you want with me?” The question left her lips quieter than she had expected. Her anticipation hung in the air, the girl barely breathing as she awaited his answer, fearing the worst but hoping for the best.