Kate cocked her head as she looked at him, trying to slot some pieces together. Why this would even bother someone who to all intents and purposes on the outside seemed like the last person to worry about that sort of thing. "What you are, doesn't define you," she told him finally. "If you want to be a decent guy, you can be a decent guy."

"Not worth resigning yourself to bad things for no good reason. My dad expected that from me, even wanted me as some kind of killer sociopath. I didn't. So I'm not." She'd made various lines that she just wouldnt cross, and that was that. Maybe that was an over share, but whatever. She got it.