[Not as she'd imagined is an understatement. But the more she looks at him, searching for any small detail to help separate him from the other creature that shares his face, the more she's able to distinguish the small nuances that make them different. There's an intensity about Nigel, it's undeniable, but to Rosella's eyes, it's not predatory--not in the way the Black Dog was, at least. And the more she looks, the more she decides that they really aren't the same, though she does mistake his lack of emotion for awkwardness, when really he is anything but.]

Some of my friends here were sent off to schools, too, and they never seemed to get many treats while they were at it, so...

[She stops; it's her turn to feel awkward now, and she's really not sure why.]

If...you don't like them, there's no need to--I only thought you might like something sweet to eat, that's all.