[ Hmm, maybe he's a little more shaken than she'd initially expected. Her mirth dims a little, but doesn't quite go. ]

Who's joking? It left her a terrible, dead mess. [ Which is a little uncomfortable to think about; Tessa is someone she likes. Not caring for the thought that maybe she should be a little more sympathetic to someone she's considering liking, she instead veers: ] And I'd like to point out that I had every opportunity to kill you with a twitch of my finger, when we met. So, evidence suggests you can trust me with your life.