His eyes lid at the sensation, head tipping back into her fingers like an attention-starved pet. Which, like, he basically is, so. "It kind of is." But he knows she's right. He manages a nod eventually. "No, I know. We'll get him. You and me. Together." Just like here. They'll break out of one prison and then the other and then they'll be home again. Maybe even in time for Christmas.