"Oh, I never worry about you. I'd know if something was wrong, sweetheart," he said with a nod of his head, tapping his temple with a finger. Distance was painful at times if she was gone too long, but he would know if she was hurt or killed regardless of not succumbing entirely the to bond that they shared. She liked to play hard to get or something, which wasn't unusual.

"They'll wipe you and we'll get to do this snarling business all over again. At least I remember you when we first laid eyes on each other," remarked. He took little interest or joy in her being wiped. It set him back from convincing her that he was a relatively safe place.