[Christopher's head tilts a little. His mouth curves in what should be a sign of calm. But there is a way that he is watching Gin that has the sharp thoughtlessness of threatened animals, searching for a gap in an attacker's position.]

On the contrary, it is an honour and a delight to serve someone as much of a genius as Master Huey. I could never want to be unbound from him.

[Those first line defences as he watches, waits, measures. Decides what strike might best drive Gin away.]