"If I had made those assumptions we wouldn't be talking, Diana." If he thought for a second she was a threat, that she was so corrupt she was a lost cause? He wouldn't be sitting at the table talking to her.

He fidgets with the ring on his finger, momentarily watching as he spun it around. Ash hates the secrets, the hiding. The fear his kind make others feel sets his jaw tight. He has a love hate relationship with fear. Some times he wants nothing more than to be the scariest motherfucker in the room. Other times he wishes he didn't make people feel fear.

Ash scoots his chair back and gives her a weak smile. "Think maybe it's best if I give you some space, yeah?"

Standing up he glances down at her. "Maybe I'll see you around."