He freezes and blinks, slowly looking down at her. "You what?"

He sighs. "Not that I don't want to meet your mum, I do, s'just..."

He's surprised at how much he actually cares about what her mother thinks, but he does. "I mean, she was already going to hate me for bein' ten years older'n you, but me, swoopin in just after this thing with Rasputin? She might stab me."