[There is little hesitation in the way she reaches out to grasp Jon's forearm. Her grip is a strong one, and she uses it to pull him a little closer to her in order to make her next point.

There's nothing threatening about it, really. She is measuring him, weighing the weight of the agreement they are both striking.]

If I did not trust you already, I would not share meals nor drink with you. I would not speak your name with familiarity, nor would I leave myself in a room with you in the dead of morning.

[Her smile finally comes back, though it is light and sober.]

You mistake me for a trusting woman. You simply have a good heart, Jon. I hardly need to know you to see that.