Agrat was staying close because she knew it unnerved some people, and because she enjoyed giving people the feeling she was more naive that she let on. She was keeping her expression open, curious as to how he was interpreting her actions. "You say that, but I don't think it's what you mean," Agrat replied, her voice soft. "Humor you?" Her eyebrows raised as she crossed her arms under her chest. "Fine. There's a man who I've been locked in a battle with for decades now, we take turns killing each other. I've grown tired of it and want it to stop. Or at least to become more interesting again. Only I can take care of that." And to her mind it was true. Jack was her problem to deal with, and she was his.