[If her mind wasn't still turning with the things he isn't saying or trying to figure out what he actually means, she might point out that he can be moving along anytime now. Instead, she's still puzzling over the various things he's shared. Maybe Alecto knocked him around more than she initially realised.

The way he asks provokes a lift of her brow as she offers a sidelong glance.]

Did you just ask permission to kill me. I'm pretty sure you don't need that.

[Her posture shifts just so she can lift her hands to busy herself. She pulls her hair free from the way she's got it pulled up, but it's only to gradually bunch it together all over again. Presumably with the intention to put it right back.]

I'm in a contract, you know. I don't get to decline you inconveniencing me. If you're trying to be clever, knock it off, and just be straight with me. I hate playing games.