It was merely a starting point. He didn't know what her plans were for him, but doubted she'd be going after him again. He shook his head, opting for the half-truth. "I have a few ideas. I know people in the area." Or knew through Joanie.
There was a half-beat of silence before he stopped dancing around the point. "Hopefully our paths won't cross again; ours or our counterparts." His eyes remained fixed on hers, as he hadded. "But in any case I wanted you to know that I respect you." Not Eponine - her. There'd been enough replaying of memories, enough consultations of the novel, enough putting together with Miami to make that guess.