[He's a little confused at first, but then his eyes widen, his body stiffening as he comprehends what she's saying. For a moment he doesn't say anything or even move, but he doesn't really need to for her to notice how he truly feels. The way his eyes narrow, a simmer of heat in his cold gaze as his fingertips trembling a moment before they firm against the scarred skin. He knows he can't do anything—does he even have the right or in the position to?—but it's clear he'd rather do something.
So he simmers for a moment before he lets out a breath and lowers his head to rest against hers.]
no subject
So he simmers for a moment before he lets out a breath and lowers his head to rest against hers.]
Is he still a threat?
[Subtle reading would be can he kill him—]