"Yes," and there's a touch of desperation in his voice now, "whatever you want, just -- tell them anything, tell them you're from my old world, a, a cousin or something, or one of the Slayers, maybe they'll let me go if they think I'm going back there -- "

Whatever he sees in her face, it's enough to kick desperate up a notch into frantic.

"-- do you want me to beg? I'll beg."