[Maybe he shouldn’t loom. Will that ease her nerves a little?

So, he… plunks down on the chaise next to her.]

So, you may hail from Toril, but you have enough familiarity with London itself to know that you cannot even be glimpsed at, looking as you do, for fear of facing immediate bodily harm. You’ve stayed some measure of time here before, somewhere, surely — I just cannot understand why you choose not to tell me. Are you trying to protect something?