"I can look like anyone I want," she corrected. "Underneath, I'm still me. And I'll always know that if they knew what I really was, they'd be afraid." Maybe she should sugarcoat it for him. Charles certainly would. But she wasn't Charles and she didn't like lying to people when she didn't have a good reason to. Protecting his delicate feelings wasn't a good enough reason.

She made a face. "I only had it with milk or not at all." Which she then grabbed from the fridge. She poured enough for two cups and started to heat it.