Briareos squinted his eyes expecting a hit or that knife to his throat. When neither came he carefully opened back up, one eye at a time. Her red hair seemed to shimmer in that light, but he didn't speak about it. He wasn't going to completely be overcome with emotion that he started to spout sonnets. This all felt bizarre enough.
"I would," he replied keeping his hands to himself in between his knees. It was his silent way of showing her he stood behind his oath.