Eventually he looked at her and saw she'd finished eating. He leaned back against the counter, casually crossing his arms across his chest. Though he couldn't be sure from this distance that she was still awake.

 "I've got a proposal to make, I'll make food for you, and you can have a spare bedroom to yourself, and all the while have me under strict supervision. This means I won't leave the castle unless you're with me, or watching me from a window. That way you can be sure I'm NOT killing anyone.

 In a couple days we can sneak down to the village and you can testify that I am [i]not[/i] the problem. You will be able to get onto finding the actual killer, (and no doubt you'll succeed nourished by my excellent cooking.) 

Additionally, the town will not be terrified of me any longer so I can shop there freely. You won't have my innocent death on your conscience and best of all, I won't be dead. What do you say?

Let me live?"