Luther swallows hard-- a gulp, he'll be able to admit in less embarrassed times. He's wise enough to admit Sylvie scares him a little, and sometimes more than others. Someone could probably make something of the way that he handles that, emotionally, the way it draws him. He couldn't really argue with that.

So there's just a little whiplash, between that state of mind and the way she taps his chest.

His cheeks get hot, and he's not sure, in that moment, if she's making fun of him. It doesn't seem like the kind of thing someone so hellbent on getting out of here would do, but he can't be sure.

"I guess that's true," he says, low and quiet (at least comparatively so). "For better or worse."