He sits, looking like a happy golden retriever at being considered trustworthy. Not that he ever doubted his own trustworthiness, but he’s had Aranea feels that way.

He trusts her, too. Which is wild to think about, but killing giant godkiller worm machines together can do that.

“Yeah, I guess so! But their idea of us enjoying ourselves is a little…”

Perverted.

“Anyway. It’s weird here, but not dangerous. Not unless you try to leave the city, anyway.”

And even then he doubts it would pose much challenge for her.