Her eyes went to the knife. She didn't understand why he had picked it up, or why he wasn't eating anymore.
Heck, she couldn't understand why he would answer her question, with such an atrocious question of his own.
"My friends love me," she cleared her throat, and answered.
He stopped playing with the knife, and returned it to the spot he picked it up from.
"Wrong. You see the difference between me and you is, the instant I spot any form of fakeness, I nip it in the bud. For you to be around me, you have to be loyal to a fault."
"Sounds authoritarian if you ask me."
He chortled humorlessly. "Because I demand that my loyalty to the ones under me be returned?"
"Because you think you can take a life you can't create, just because your ego was hurt," she replied.
