"Oh, please. Too much fun kills people." He mock shivers, and takes a seat opposite Emma with a small smile. She's fast becoming something more like a potential friend than an acquaintance, and maybe he's getting soft, or plain lonely. Maybe he's just got a soft, mushy spot for strays. Maybe he just doesn't care. Maybe the chance of having a friend outweighs the consequences.

"Wanna tell me about it?"