Calliope
I've not entirely written off the idea of lying. The man is a witch, not a psychic. But I do at least try to hold him in mind. We saved each other, around the second world war. I owe him too much, to write it off altogether.
Honestly, darling, I do not know what there is to apologize for. He wishes to take care of you, as he should. And I like to think of myself as something of a dangerous force. He's right to question that, even while you can take care of yourself.