[he looks at AR wide-eyed, thinking for a moment AR intends to use it himself to stop PM.... somehow. Then he comes to his senses, clears his throat, and sets the knife quickly down on the counter behind him before clasping his paws together]
But AR is right. We shall prevent you inasmuch as we are able from going out and putting yourself recklessly in danger.
[but how to prevent her? She's much stronger and more agile than the both of them, and she's got the....]
[a light dawns in his wide, pale eyes, and he takes a cautious step towards the doorway leading to the hall, suddenly with every muscle tensed, waiting for the instant PM catches on and he has to make a dash for the bedroom, where the ring is stashed under her pillow]