Elena's cheeks grew warm with embarrassment (a sensation that was nearly foreign at this point) as he pointed out her hesitance, before her eyes narrowed. If he was cocky enough to 'push' the boundaries, then he was dangerous.

But also useful.

If he pushed hard enough, maybe she'd have a firsthand account of what happened to people who couldn't put aside their dreams as just that; dreams. Elena felt a surge of guilt at the very idea; a guilt that she brushed off after a mere moment of hesitation. She did frown slightly, because mere days ago, she wouldn't have even given a second thought. Did this mean her emotions were coming back? It did make sense, now that she was human again.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," Elena muttered with a small sigh. "What do you plan to do then?"