She just continued to stand there, hugging herself, her eyes wide, staring at the scar on his face.

"It's not as bad as it looks," he told her. "A war souvenir. I might look frightening but I promise I won't hurt you."

"A-all right." But still she didn't move. Her eyes were filled with fear and he had the distinct feeling it wasn't all caused by him.

"Look." He couldn't hide his exasperation. Was the women fucking stupid? "You have two choices. Go inside, jump in ...