"And what are you? A killer? A soldier? A hero?" Greeves said. "How do you think she sees you?"
"I don't know," Oliver said. "But she knows I'm not right… That I'm reckless. And I'm strong enough to be dangerous when I'm reckless. Perhaps she realizes that getting too close with a person like that is unwise."
"If you ask me, I'd say that's what the girl likes about you," Greeves said. "Damn it all, talking about this rubbish with you makes me want for a drink… A proper drink, I mean. Are you going to make me turn to the bottle again just to deal with your little problems of romance? It makes me sick, it does."
"Greeves…" Oliver growled.
"See, there's that anger in you," Greeves said. "That makes me shiver. To tell you the truth, I'm scared of you when you get like that. But why wouldn't I be? You've killed men far stronger than me. Even if you know something to be unlikely to do you any damage, it's still worth respecting."
