"If I say, I will treat you well, whether or not the request is unreasonable, I will comply. Would you believe it? I don't even believe it myself." Charlotte's tone carried a hint of self-mockery. Such things were hard for even her to believe, so how could she deceive Atlas?
"So, you're saying you won't treat me well, nor will you listen to me?" Atlas walked behind her, trying to discern what exactly was hidden inside her. What made her so changeable, so stubborn, that she didn't even bother to lie to him?
"Mr. Hallow, don't you feel you're being quite boring? Whether you will treat me well is the type of question women usually ask, isn't it?" Charlotte couldn't fathom the deeper meaning in each of Atlas's words, but now she had to be extremely cautious, because this man could be devilish at times, capable of devouring people completely, leaving not even a bone behind, like last night.
