Hesitant agreement

You sigh, looking at Harold. “I have some questions before I agree.”

Harold nods. “I expected as much. Ask away.”

“Why should I do this for you? You seem nice, sure, but we only just met. I’d be taking even more risks on your behalf.”

Harold smiles. “I understand. I wouldn’t ask this of you if I wasn’t willing to give you something in return. Naturally, I can offer you money, though I sense that’s not everything.”

You shrug. “Money solves a lot of problems, but I also worry about the safety of Emi and Lili. I won’t put them at risk.”

He nods. “Also understandable. I’d think less of you if you didn’t feel that way. How about this. For starters, the three of you are always welcome to come here, should something happen. It’s a large house, there’s plenty of space. I can protect you here, at least.”

You lean back in your chair. “And why exactly do you want to know more about the runaways? What’s your goal?”

Emi nods. “Yes, I’d like to know that too. It seems like an odd request, even for you.”

Harold shakes his head. “I’d prefer not to share that just yet. As you said, we barely know each other, and I’d like to be sure I can trust you before I tell you everything.”

You raise an eyebrow. “That seems suspicious.”

Harold nods. “I am aware. But I must ensure that no one is hurt by what I’m doing. Or I should say, no one innocent is hurt. If this goes how I expect, then any pain inflicted will be on the people responsible for doing harm to those like Emi.”

You sigh. “I’ll need time to think. Can I give you a tentative agreement for now?”

He smiles. “Of course. You have my number. Take your time and get back to me.”

Any answer you might give is interrupted by a squeal of delight from Lili, as plates of pie and ice cream are brought out. The excited harpy digs in, and you can’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm. You share a smile with Emi, and nod.

“I think that we’ll talk about this more later.”

Harold laughs. “Fair enough. Enjoy the dessert, and we can be done with the serious talk for this evening.”

You nod, and dig in yourself, although you’re still mulling things over in your head. A glance at Emi tells you that she’s doing the same. You’re sure you’ll have a lot to talk about when you get home.