"Lost your appetite?" Poe pulled his hand back, and ate the grape himself. "Perhaps you're still wary... I suppose I can't blame you. I'm still a stranger, in many ways."

He placed the branch of grapes aside, rolled over - and then slammed his hand on Donald's shoulder, forcing him hard down on the bed.

"I care only for my sister's happiness. That is the only reason I exist. So as long as you make her happy, you will come to no harm. Are we clear?"