On the plane, Araari brings up being incompetently threatened. “Two men stopped me yesterday. From Captain Walker. They wanted me to tell you that continuing on this path is dangerous. —They meant because of them, because they will hurt you if you continue, but I suspect they are not the most dangerous thing we will encounter if we continue.”
When they get back to the hotel room: "You realize you're attracted to her, right?"
"That's sort of impressive. You suddenly become attracted to women and it's still a relationship you really shouldn't have."
Mordred is making such a face. "I --" want the world to be different such that Inaaya can be okay and in a place where she can be brilliant and curious and happy and safe and free -- "hate this."
"Oh." He had kind of assumed Lev meant 'are you going to do something about how inconvenient your feelings are,' which now that he considers it is a very silly thing to have assumed. "I mean maybe?"'
"God. Zoe's going to kill me."
"I have you to be a reality check? I do still want to spend time with her -- not even just because I want to sleep with her, she's fun to talk to and I am learning useful things from it and I --"
And I want her to be okay.
"I don't think you would want to sleep with her if she wasn't fun to talk to and you weren't learning useful things."
"Man. You didn't even need therapy."
"I still do like men. I have not mysteriously turned normal in the last three hours."
"Oh, good. But Dr. Keaton would have definitely declared it a success if I had liked girls and men." He shrugs. "Maybe he should have tried introducing me to more cultists."
"I think just because I turned out to like weird curious people who like learning first, and men second, doesn't mean you would."
"Great! He told me all about the evolution of English and this person called William Shakespeare who is apparently a very good writer."
They're alone; there is no one but Inaaya to see the way that makes her smile. "And--?"
That's unexpected, and so it's concerning. You don't work for Walker if you're sweet. "Hm."
"I like him."
(There are quite a lot of things she's not saying, because they would worry Joan.)