Please, I'm so short anyone you'd put around me to keep me safe would just lose me. I'm slippery that way.

[She grins cheekily and takes his hand anyway. Her hands are warm, if one doesn't mind touching the smooth, rock-hard skin.]

I know you worry, and I know I'm just your secretary, but I can also grow twenty feet tall and can lose my temper. If I had a little bit of a better control on that then it wouldn't be too much of a problem. Besides, demanding something of you feels less helpful. You've got enough on your plate thanks to the prison. I don't need to be one more thing to consider, even if I am entitled to it.

[Her grin doesn't fade.]

And maybe I like when you get grumpy at my latest poor choice.

[Like a disappointed dad that didn't want to use her for cultist deeds.]