He opens his mouth to protest, to say that he could take care of himself, but swiftly closes his mouth when she curses. He wonders just how much he should tell about the real reason he suspects the cultists want him. Normally, he would have been the gentleman and payed for both their drinks, but tonight he doesn't argue. He doesn't hold it against her for not feeling safe where prying ears and eyes could be around. He nods his head when she asks to go to his car.<br/><br/>Anger was starting to build in him when she touched his arm, something flaring between them again. "I promise I will help you in anyway possible."<br/><br/>He leads the way to his mustang, eyes sweeping for any signs that they're being watched. He does open the  door for her though.