"Good. I'd rather not see you dead again, either." A sentiment that's entirely defensible to express, even if there's a certain intensity to his gaze. "Let's call it a pact - we'll hold each other to it."

And perhaps he'll be able to quell the instinct to throw himself bodily at the problem of their confinement. Giving her hand a squeeze, he makes himself let go.

"And in the meantime, I'll have to start establishing myself in town. The sooner I can move away from the boarding house, the better." More's the pity that there's no servants' quarters here; little though he likes the idea of bearing witness to Vex's conquests, he'd gladly sleep in a stable stall if it meant he had some privacy.