He gives her a long look at that. "If you weren't ready for that, you wouldn't have told me the details." And he believes that. Why else would she give him an opening to do this unless she wanted it taken care of and gone.

He nods, reaching over and taking her hand so that his cool, long fingers curl about hers. "I'm trusting your magic, Witch, only because Hecate said I have to," he tells her, but there's a small, sly smile curving his lips and it's obvious he's taunting her before they breach the den of the monster as he sees it.