I'm sitting on your lap because you seemed sad I was leaving.

[And because he put her there, but she doesn't seem to be interested in quibbling that particular detail. She smooths down her dress with a hand as if suddenly self-conscious.]

But, well... I think there are kind humans, and there are horrible humans. [No use denying she isn't one when she's made it clear how out of the ordinary she is.] Of course, I like the ones who are kind, like you.