[Honor]

William didn't move when she came toward him. For a moment he wondered if she would try an bite him. He also wondered if he would fight her off if she did. He doubted he would be able to. It was one thing to pretend that he could, to raise a weapon he knew he would not touch her with and to threaten her with it. It was another thing entirely to hurt her with that same weapon.

He felt his hand relax under the touch of her hand, though a cloth separated them. He couldn't help but smile slightly, it was a bitter smile, but still genuine, unlike most of his expressions toward her had been. "Come on, Art, not tempted? Perhaps it's full of myself to say so, but I think I'd taste fabulous." He teased in a familiar way. Not matter the circumstances she was still Artemis and he was still William, and he would react to her as he always had.

Then, realizing what he had done he pulled in a sharp breath and looked away. "Of course I see that! I..." He squeezed his eyes shut. "I see exactly who you've always been to me. My problem is that I can't make myself see you differently." He pulled a knife from his belt. "You believed I'd actually hurt you with this? I'm a better liar than I thought." He said, shaking his head.