She looks at him for a long moment at those words, but the look in her eyes isn't pitying or skeptical or offended or any one of the dozen different kind of looks any other adult might give someone younger who'd say those words out loud to them. Instead, it's just...thoughtful. Considering. She doesn't bother telling him he's wrong, or that he doesn't need to be afraid. They're just words. She knows better than most how easy words are, how little they mean.

"Sounds like a plan," she answers instead, and there's the faint touch of a smile on her lips. "I don't get many people willing to go a few rounds, at least not many with a similar skill set. I've been teaching Peggy, a little, but there are some things you can only really teach when your student's young enough to not have anything to unlearn." He seems like the sort to know that well, if she's read the room correctly.