I was madly frightened and pulled the blanket to my neck as quickly as possible. I don't know how long he stood there watching me, but I could read the flames of excitement in his eyes. “I brought you food and drink, you must be hungry and thirsty,” he stammered. I quickly devoured the food he had prepared for me, as I was really quite hungry. When I returned the tray, he touched my forearm briefly. It froze all over my body. Even so, an innocent touch made me tremble. “Are you cold?” he asked, stepping closer and taking my hand in his. He rubbed my hands gently and warmed them with his warm breath. He told me his funny stories about himself.