His laughed was contagious and Eva had to laugh as well.
"I would loove to have a butterbeer, my kind sir. Yourself?" she asked back, with the same gentle manners he had used. His thought were right on some thing: she was concerned about him. She had seen how death could change, break and modify people and she didn't want her friend Kevin going through that. He was too young to have to deal with all that it was wrong in that world.