Bradley eyed up the food. It did look good.
He ate it down quickly and wiped away the crumbs. She might be young and look like the kind to sleep for her money, but she sure could cook. He had sat nothing while eating, watching her eat her only biscuit. Eventually he stood, about to return to his library.
"One biscuit?" he said picking another off the plate she had offered him, he threw it down next to her half eaten first one. "I want you to at least stay alive," he said rolling his eyes and leaving the room with a gruff, "Women."
He slammed both the kitchen and the living door behind him. Leaving the rest of the house in perfect silence.