[Killing is just as fun as kissing. Or maybe more, because there's a winner, and Oona really likes to win.]

Why would you care what I thought of you in first place? [She raises an eyebrow and then scoffs, glancing away.]

...No, do not think poorly. Think it is...unfortunate, that you must rely on a human so much. [Oona leans against the edge, resting her chin on her hand and elbow on the ground as she watches him]

Have met a few good humans here, so will not deny that good ones exist. But they are rare. Hope you will not come to regret the nice words you say now about your human.