[He waits through all the frowning and hesitation, decides that he'll make her come along even if she refuses (there's been more than enough disobedience to deal with for one day, let alone an entire week of it). But in the end she doesn't decline the offer - she takes it with such uncertainty that for a moment he can't decide whether he's annoyed or mildly pleased. His expression doesn't give any indication of which it might be, there's nothing there but a faint grin and the sense that he's reading her, measuring her. There's nothing old about her, nothing feral either, only this hesitancy and faint sadness, both of which he has little use for.]
Shall we?
[... after they get rid of this bot, of course. It lands squarely in their path, chirping out the only command it seems to know 'Kiss!']