[Probably for the best he doesn't further elaborate he nearly wanted to kill the man.]

Sure, with my fist. [There is nothing noble about him having some satisfaction about bullying Barok. Which just happened to help him.] ...He already has to carry the guilt of what he's done, so you don't need to worry that I'll do something.

[He gently rubs her hand, his tea sitting forgotten.] I just want you to take time for yourself. Even at the restaurant, you take on more than necessary.