She hadn't mentioned it before and now that it's coming up here and now makes him frown heavily. He doesn't think to stop the way his hand tightens on Inej's, holding her snugly as he fights not to speak words that could likely start a fight.

But you're mine and she can't have you.

Because as much as he sees Inej as his, he's also smart enough not to tell a woman she's his. Especially not this one.

"How has she come to you before now? Is it in ways that she hadn't back home?"

He would wonder what games they're playing and then find a way to fight them for her. For them.

He expects that look and returns it with a calm, steady look of his own.

"I believe it for you," he points out. "Conditional belief."