The mention of the branding makes him feel sick. He sits in the chair again, hunching a little and slowly wrapping his arms around himself. This is all so much. Guilt, and fear, and these strange feelings about Nina and her well-being that churn in his gut.

He nods to her mention of sex, since he does want that in theory, but it's hard to think about right now. His head is starting to turn to static again.

"Yes... A kind man who was stabbed by him... But met me and wanted to help for some reason..."

Maybe he couldn't trust that man. It makes no sense that he'd want to help, so maybe there's an ulterior motive.