Fuck, this was going to happen. She was going to do this.
Luna took a deep unsteady breath and nodded. "As long as you don't kill me," she said, "then no one even has to know about it. Hell, I'll even tell them we talked and worked it out, so Hermes isn't gunning for you anymore."
Was that enough incentive for him to try and not have her die? Luna didn't even know. She was pretty sure if she died everyone would get over it in time - they had forever after all - and just be friends again.