Rezo had hoped she wouldn’t ask such a question; that it would somehow be self-evident why she might regret such a broad promise. He is not eager to explain to her how his ruthlessness in pursuing his desires has turned formerly loyal supporters against him before, especially while they’re technically in a public space.

So he doesn’t. Not directly.

“You haven’t known me for very long,” he says quietly. “It may well be that there are things you cannot help me with, or would be unhappy to. I would hate for both of us to be disappointed.”