[ He appraises her for a long moment, not saying anything at all, just contemplating her words and deciding not to react with his first instinct. She's afraid for him and he understands that in this world, that fear isn't entirely unfounded. Yet, he trusts his abilities in this case.

Still, he can make a concession. Squeezing her hand, he tries for a compromise. ]

I'm going down there, Clara, I have to. You know I do. But I'll text you, eh? Every hour. What do you say? If you don't hear from me once every hour, you have my permission to...raise hell - would that be the appropriate term?

[ He gives her a cheeky little smirk. ]