[And he pushes her back down--there's the usual rough treatment--and looks at her as though he can't quite decide what to do with her.]

I want you to eat. I want you to be able to keep up with me. And I don't want you to harm yourself. You wanted me to notice, and I did. You wanted me to care that you were doing it, and I do, Jinx.

[His tone is unbelievably soft, honest; the tone that convinced 1/3 of the Host to follow him to Hell.]