"Not if I can help it, no." He sees the raised eyebrow, can feel the weight of the question that Meyer isn't asking. Is he too polite to do it, or merely too scared? If the latter, he's hiding it awfully well. But then, not everyone has a bad poker face, like Ned does. He raises his own eyebrows, a touch defiantly, looking down at the fruit he's cutting as he explains, "It's not something I do lightly. Laura was an accident. I didn't mean to bring her back, but I don't regret it, considering the one who died in her place was the bastard who'd just shot for absolutely no reason."

Gone is the Ned of the blushes and the shy smiles and the effusive rambles about how much he loves making pie because it gives people joy. There is something almost icy about the complete lack of remorse on his face as he cuts through a strawberry a touch more viciously than is perhaps required.