In a way, it's quite nice for someone not to be gung-ho about her willingness to put herself in a precarious situation. Coddled and protected as she has been during her lifespan, it doesn't completely negate the sense of not being worth the same as living, breathing people. The double-edged sword to his concern is the little voice that reminds her how it might be different if he knew what she is.

"Oh, I think what you did back there shows you have plenty of edge," she argues with a smile. The unspoken continuation is that said edge doesn't necessarily fearsome in her eyes. "And bravery, swooping in to rescue the damsel in distress. But I'll try my best to resist showering you with compliments." Something that comes easily to her, no matter how uncomfortable or awkward it may make others feel. Genuine as she is (or feels she is), catering to the ego is a function of design.

With the temple coming into view, Chloe stops. "You don't have to escort me all the way, not if you don't want to." The company isn't minded at all. What does make her twitchy is the idea of excusing herself to chug some thirium. Or drinking it in front of him. It could look normal enough - just your everyday bottle of water, don't mind a thing - but the stunt on the beach might have already made her look pretty odd as it is.

"Not that I'm trying to shoo you away after all the trouble I've put you through... I just mean it's up to you, that's all."