[He watches her, of course--he always is, when it comes to things like this, but either he likes what he sees or he sees no reason to say anything, because he doesn't bring it up again. He's serious, naturally, about her having to bridge the gap. Now she has a blessing from one of the creatures of this world, even. There isn't anyone else suited to dealing with the other creatures out there.

Either way, he arches an eyebrow at her next suggestion, before answering immediately and simply:]

No. I will not give you a kiss.

[Hold your surprise, I know you're astonished.]

If you choose to throw me to the mermaids because of that, I shall deal with the consequences when they come.

[He looks remarkably unconcerned about this prospect, because naturally, he is really, really not. Oona wouldn't do that.]