Aileen's words seemed to make Francis uncomfortable for a heartbeat, but he quickly deflected. "If the Theoi caught one of ours running around with the golden fleece or clothes woven from the golden fleece, without any intention of returning it to them, it'd be quite the diplomatic incident. And believe me, Titanomachy or no, you do<em>not</em>want to have a diplomatic incident with the Greeks. They have this whole 'Vengeance' thing. Quite nasty, really."<br/><br/>Whatever discomfort he seemed to have felt was quite forgotten when he watched her change the clothes in her hands. "Cute." He wasn't teasing her - he seemed to honestly think that what she'd thought of was cute. "That wasn't sleight of hand, though. Let me prove it. I'll step outside. You can lock the car doors, make sure the windows are all rolled up. Try it again. Think of something else. Maybe keep your eyes open, this time?"<br/><br/>There was a chance she'd drive off. Which, considering he'd been ambushed before he could get all her relics to her, would be problematic. But until she believed that he was telling the truth, there wasn't any point in trying to explain that she might be in danger now - that now that she was a Scion, her Fateful aura would draw strangeness and danger to her like a magnet. He could only hope that if she did make a break for it, she'd spend enough time with the relic he'd given her to start believing what he'd told her... or at least, to start giving him a chance to convince her.<br/><br/>Quietly, Francis stepped out of her car, shutting the door and giving a small wave before pointedly putting his hands in his pockets. Would she stay? Would she drive away? It was in her hands, now, like her birthright.