It wasn't Terence's intention to make her feel vulnerable. Really, he thought of her as anything but. So instead he watched her subtly in the darkness, how she pulled the jacket tighter, the expression on her face. He could see hesitation in her eyes, but he wasn't sure exactly what she was stopping herself from. But it wasn't his place to question.
Though relief did in fact wash through him when she agreed to walk inside. As much as he believed in her ability, this place was still fucked, dangerous. Neither of them should really be out and he knew it, but Terence was one who liked to tempt fate.
Smiling at her then, she held out his arm to her. "My lady? Shall we? I can regale you with my tales of how satisfying it was to punch the Blonde Pain in the Arse in his face," he joked, waggling his eyebrows in her direction.