"I-"

Jesper pauses. Not a man of great self-reflection, he's clearly trying to process that observation as well.

"You are very frightening," it isn't just an ego stroke for the Darkling. He's weighing this out as he goes, the words thoughtful.

"Don't fret about that. But look where we are. What is happening. If I let every frightening thing process right now, I'm not sure I'd ever uncurl from a small ball on the floor."

Healthy? Maybe not, but it's cold hard truth. Jesper's mostly gotten through life by letting others process the sheer horror and odds against them while he just did what he could to help. There was no call to go changing that winning strategy now just because he was locked in a cell with someone that, very recently, killed unknown numbers before his very eyes.

"I'll get back to fleeing from you once we're on familiar shores. Until then, you try not to kill me for being too charming. Fair enough, Kirigan?"