She watches the look in his eyes, still for a few seconds. Not afraid, even though, as she noted, she probably should be; he promised he'd never try to kill her, and she can take anything else, or so she tells herself. That anger's not for her, as far as she knows, anyway. Still, although she knew that ripping off this band-aid was necessary (it would have been so much worse if he'd seen her, found out who Sandor was, and was left with only questions), she wishes she hadn't upset him.

'Upset him', she thinks to herself. Like that's really the phrase for the tidal wave of brutal rage she feels radiating from Mitchell even now.

"Come here," she says, tipping her face up to kiss him. It might seem like a strange gesture, but her manner is coaxing, as soothing as before, and offering, too: this is the dangerous part of the game, where she implicitly offers to take some of that rage onto herself, that he can work out some of that energy with her, even if it hurts her (especially then, since, as noted, she likes that). At least enough to take the edge off before they go back to hers. "I keep my promises, okay?"