Well fuck. He feels... bad. It hadn't even occurred to him that that man might have such oppressive access to them. His skin prickles at the thought of him watching him, and he glances down at their hands, frowning deeply. The silence is a touch too long, filled with his brooding thoughts.

"Yes," he murmurs, squeezing his hand around Luka's as if that will reassure him at all in this moment. "I'm glad you came anyway. I'll talk to her, see if she can hide us next time."

He chews the inside of his cheek for a beat, trying to find a solution. He desperately doesn't want another of them to die. "Um, don't be alone with him if you can help it. He cares what people think about him," he says after a beat. At least, that's the impression he got after that speech in the hospital. And the Wizard has said he kills people sneakily.