She continues talking, and of course, he keeps listening - alternating between small sips, and the occasional glass swirl. He still did not like her earlier story. Nor does he particularly like her attempts to position herself closer to him. But at least her positioning had some good points to it.

Finally, he looks up again, "You're a manipulator." 

He finishes the glass.

"...That is the the only reason I can imagine you were able to serve drinks, and still appear to me like a victim still aware of herself, rather than a heartbroken cultist. The terminology, "tried to be friendly', by the bye, does not come off as innocent in this case as you might want it to." He set the glass down on the desk, pausing enough to tap his fingers against the table. Before he spoke, he wanted to collect his thoughts again. 

Then, he refilled the glass, and took another long drink. 

The next part came with a faint grunt, "I don't know if I would call us 'honorable'. Though, there are few benefits to this lifestyle, so it certainly attracts...a [i]particular[/i] type of person." Another pause, and another sip as he contemplates his next words, "Normally, I would point you towards a local church...but, if they know your face, I can't allow myself to put those good people in trouble." 

Yea, it was easy to see how they could be targeted to get to one person. If he was going to try to help them, he couldn't do that. She sighs heavily, then looks back at her. "If you come with me, you will live where I tell you to, and learn to keep yourself safe when not directly under their nose."