Key's eyes sparkled as Priscilla complimented the pancakes, but he was too finely tuned to her micro-expressions to enjoy it. Was something off? Something seemed off even before Priscilla opened her mouth and proved it. Setting down his fork, Key gave the woman a serious look. "I can't promise nothing will happen to me, but I don't want you worrying about that. Look, this was my decision to help and we're friends now. There's no way I can pretend you don't need help. I...I want to help you. Like, a lot." Maybe he was too kind or quick to let his heart make decisions, but regardless of his feelings toward Priscilla and her life, there was no way he could back down now. He cared too much.