She crossed her arms over her chest and watched him. She never was quite sure of him or his intentions. Half the time he seemed to want her - half the time not. And she wasn't going to be the one to push anything. She didn't need anything from him. Want maybe. Not need. So if he was going to shrink away again, she'd let him.

She probably could have offered him a drink or a seat, but she figured if he wanted either he'd ask.