No. For now we're all a bit too united by a common enemy, and they're all too used to someone calling the shots.

[ He sounds completely certain. Perhaps he sounds more certain than he really is - it's not like it won't require work on his part, maintaining his position. But the fact of the matter remains nobody here has the means to kill him.

A beat after she falters, and he steers her then, one hand at the small of her back. Not impatient, but careful. One step at a time. ]

But I'm flattered. You're worried on my behalf.