[ When she shakes her head he reaches out. While one of her hands might be busy with the butterfly every so often, the other is empty. He tilts his wrist enough to entwine their hands together, to offer her the strength to talk about this.

He doesn't know what a spy is, but he can figure it out on some level -- either way, this person wasn't good. ]

Can you really catch someone with something like that? I know you... you said you can hear someone's heart. But this sounds different. [ He's just trying to understand it all really. ]

Some people are too blinded by themselves that they can't see the pain they cause though... I'm sorry you fell victim to that.