He looks back at her and tries not to feel utterly bemused at the rate and outcome of his current circumstance.

"Yes, well." His hand slides from the back of his neck and the budding ache buried in the muscle. "I suppose I owe you."

Lamentably, it is supremely unlikely that caring for the unassuming animal on his floor will be an adequate exchange, considering the habit Daine seems to have made of rescuing him from unpleasant situations.