Peter frowned. "I didn't..." Then he paused, "I didn't mean to go inside your head."
She was puzzling. And intriguing. He wanted to know what had happened, why she was speaking like this, he wanted to see through the metaphors. But she'd already said he couldn't. Can't ride into her brain and squish the dragons.
"You don't know me," he said. "Maybe I can do better."
Then he bit at his lower lip, concerned over her last words. "Who did they kidnap?"