He gives her a flat stare and a raised brow. In absolutely no way is he going to for a second humor her with that answer. She could be perfectly sensible. Keep the knowledge tight to her chest.

An accidental slip is still a knife to the Thorne Summoned.

He clicks his tongue and then looks away after the moment's dragged on and his voice is light, "I hope you're not susceptible to sea sickness. I won't be able to do much for it these days." He almost says for her to call him if she needs anything, but she already knows, and he really doesn't need her calling him. When they board that boat he's not expecting easy waters for their own factions, let alone being involved with the business of others.