[There's a comforting familiarity to her cold scrutiny. Oddly, there's a part of him that prefers it to her simply leaving, though he knows it's irrational. Now, more than ever, he suspects he doesn't need to fear that it will end in violence- after all, she's less potent than she's ever been. So he'll quietly endure the scrutiny, and whatever no-doubt confusing and incomprehensible thoughts must accompany it, until she finally speaks.]

I think it would be for the best.

[...There's more, but he's not sure she'll like hearing it. He braces himself, not at all certain of what her reaction will be.]

And... I know it isn't in your nature to be concerned with the displeasure of lesser beings-

[Which she'll no doubt believe their hosts are, even if evidence suggests the inverse-]

But I'll confess, I'd rather you not get hurt.