He smiled a little smile. "Thanks, Liz." He trusted that she wouldn't out them, if she could help it. Just like he'd keep her secrets. He had told Jordan about himself, and he wasn't stupid enough to think she couldn't connect the dots where Isobel and Michael were concerned, but he hadn't outed them, and she hadn't asked.
"Do you want me to walk you back home?" It was the least he could do.