( as terrible as he might be socially, he can pick up on some things - the shudder of breath, the familiarity of it sounding wrong, and immediately he drops his hands from her shoulders and takes a step back, affording her more room.)

I d-don't-- I don't use m-my magic to um, to h-hurt p-people. Just-- I know there w-were uh, witch hunts? Used t-to be. They--

( a sad, shaky breath, and he pulls away. ) It's not all b-bad.