Despite trying to act all welcoming, the girl didn't buy it. She didn't trust him, and so, even though she was very, very hungry, she didn't move.
Instead, all she could think about were:
'What does he want with me? Why'd he bring me here? Can I escape him? This weapon doesn't seem to work on him, so he must be a very powerful Magus from the kingdom.
'Could he be one of those who are called the ten pillars of the Goddess Tatyana?'
Her heart was beating loud enough that she could hear it in her head, and both hands holding the weapon kept trembling.
The man, who seemed to have an air of casual indifference, turned to the meal on the nightstand and said, "I know you want it, so just come and—"
"Do I?" The girl was like a stubborn cat refusing to be lured by a treat. "Know me so well, do you?"
The man frowned. "Well, you are going to have to eat something sooner or later."
She narrowed her eyes. "I don't know who you are, and I trust you even less."
