(From Demetrius's Perspective)
I was amused by the girl's embarrassment at uttering a lot of things all at once. I was quite taken aback by the way she spoke. She had read a lot of books and learned a lot, and she wanted to share that with others, but she was not sure if others would like to hear that.
She was afraid of me, I could sense that. I could not do anything about it, at least not yet. But I was determined to make her feel better.
Her tiny hand shook slightly in mine. She was looking away, possibly because she thought I had become angry because of her talking.
"You know a lot of things," I said, smiling at her. It was difficult for me to smile, but I did my best. I was not in the habit of smiling or speaking in a friendly manner, but I was determined to try because of her.
