[As the silence between them remains, Eun almost wonders if perhaps he won't even speak of it at all. Yes, he said doing so might lead them to greater understanding, but it was possible he might very well respect her wishes for privacy. Inasmuch as she can have, anyway. Eun looks up only now and again to watch him tend to the kettle, pouring whiskey for her cup in the meantime.

When he speaks, it's not what she expects, but Eun isn't so stupid as to not see where it could lead.]

You have important goals you are working toward. You're under no obligation to be here, and owe me no apology.

[He doesn't, by contract anyway. Already he treats her better than most demon familiars are in their arrangements. It's easy enough for her to see that he mentions it, however, under the premise that perhaps she created this version of him out of some sense of missing him...

...and perhaps she did. Or missed connection. Or freedom. Maybe she's missing being human and the intimacy that could come with it...or simply missing touching and being touched. All of which are things she would not readily talk about.

She decides she will broach the subject of earlier however in attempt to cut things off at the pass.]

What you saw earlier...won't happen again. Even when you are gone.

[Surely that will reassure him. Or inform him of her lack of desire to explain. Or something.]