Spite is something Chloe's never been all that good at keeping down. Particularly when her personal space-- mental and physical-- has already been invaded. Dug into. Used against her, to say the least, even if he calls it playing nice.

The gun isn't dropped to her side or put away, but it is lowered (mostly for the sake of keeping far from those twisting shadows) when she finally decides to respond. "Don't ever touch my thoughts again and I won't have to."

It's about as vitriolic an agreement as it gets without risking her neck.