[The gentle ringing of her wrist draws his attention for the shortest moment, catching across the glinting there enough that her words surprise the smallest quirk of his lips, a crooked thing quickly smoothed. Something like amused for the tone and for the contrast, the boy who was a man with his hand at her throat she liked. Parker she didn't.

Difficult to blame her, and yet-]

It is a difficult time. His memories are confused, and he is stubborn. Not so different from many others.

[He raises his hand with the words, a small turn of his wrist. It wasn't as if he liked the boy, but there were few he ever did (or would admit to). But there was a necessity of balance, and where she would reject his rejection he could be nothing but a hypocrite if he pretended to find it strange or misguided.]

If he can learn to accept the exchange he may still be useful.