David natural reaction at the cold smile was: Kill it! He listened carefully, with the ears of his predator self. The little voice in the back of his skull got louder again. Like when he threw that Molotov. It kept pushing its will. [i]Kill! Kill! Kill![/i] He felt almost desperate for blood. Desperate for release. In his hand formed something. A small spike, about half a foot long. It slowly grew. "I don't need kindness!" he yelled, as he threw the spike, but not at Ace. He threw it right, away from him. It pierced a wall.

Exhausted and out of breath he collapsed in his seat. A lot calmer he said to Ace: "I- Thanks for caring. No-one ever did. I'm sorry for that...reaction. I'm not really used to kindness. It feels almost weird to me..." he told her, sounding somewhat defeated. He did feel that way, but not defeated by her. He felt defeated by his own power, breaking control. Though, then a small smile formed. "Know what. You look after me, and I'll look after you. Deal?"