[It's an impersonal damage, which makes it no less dangerous. An interesting skill, to be sure, and unrelated to the symbiote he now hosted. With his fingers might on the surface he feels the exact extent, and seems satisfied, even as he fails to draw swiftly away.

Her words prompt from him a low noise, unconvinced and obvious in it.]

I would not be so certain. He is mercurial. Unpredictable. There is a chance he will realize what he is desperate for is not what he needs.

[And in that case she has placed herself in danger, as the provider of a thing he may come to detest. She could handle him, regardless of his ability, but if she allowed his teeth to stray too close to her throat without care he could do damage before she could prevent it. She was always too bold, he thought, but he had never been a good pilot and she had been the best. There was a sense there, in no way overwhelming his low anxiety. She was all he had left, what little of her that remained.

He draws his hand back then, taking a half step away from her. Refocused.]

The rest seem less of an immediate risk.