...That was a stellar point.
No, she probably wouldn't have trusted him in that scenario. Anybody with a brain and trust issues would suspect he was trying to lure them, not save them. Cadmus raised his eyes back to Raizel's, her hand warm in his, and felt some of the guilt drip away. Not much of it, it would be gnawing at his guts plenty, but it was enough to soften the edge.
Her hands found his shoulders, then cupped his cheeks, and he couldn't help but lean into her touch, just a little, as her warm hands stung against his cooler skin. Her logic was...well, it worked for their situation, he supposed, as long he didn't point out that he'd helped her out of a situation he had caused. But he kept that to himself. She was in a forgiving mood and she was also smart enough to know it, anyway.
Then came the straddle and stab comment, and daydreaming her scent? Gods. That got a soft snort-laugh out of him and a roll of his eyes. "I don't know that I let you, but sure. I stalked you, you stabbed me, it seems fair enough to call it even, so--deal. I forgive you, attempted murder and all. As for you?"
He lightly bumped his shoulder against hers. "What can I say? You smell nice."
With a sidelong glance at her and a little smile, he took off ahead of her. He didn't really know the way to the brewery from here, at least not by sight. He had been so focused on getting them the hell away that he hadn't paid attention to what alleys he'd cut through, or where Raizel had lead them once they were safe. But memory was linked so intimately to scent, and his sense of smell so strong, that he could find his way back with his eyes closed. It hadn't rained and their own scent-trail was still fresh, if faded, so all it would take was a little backtracking.