"I am relaxed." It was the only thing Scar could possibly think to respond with. It was like she didn't even know him. He wasn't constantly looking over his shoulder, he was walking at a reasonably slow pace. Relaxed.

It was starting to dawn on Scar that he really didn't know the meaning of being relaxed anymore, but that was just the way it was. He couldn't undo more than a decade of tense alertness and mistrust. He was jittery around Lust. He just was.