Briar was absolutely a lot more dangerous than he looked, but he'd made the choice a long time ago not to be. Well, it wasn't much of a choice. When Niko had saved him from yet another arrest, he'd had to give up any path that might have led to being a violent man. And then a life with Rosethorn and Lark, the girls? Turning himself into a gardener and a teacher and a healer? A self-defense fighter sounded about like how he approached things too. And Briar did not think that Cassie posed any kind of real threat to him.

But then, who knew what she was capable of. He'd grown up with Tris Chandler; he knew not to underestimate anyone.

He hadn't really been worried about birth control or anything like that, he took care of that for himself and it had never been an issue. Droughtwort had been one of a few important herbs he'd always have on hand. Briar was determined not to sire any unintentional children. Ever. He doubted he'd be doing it intentionally, either. To messed up, for that.

"Guess we don't got nothin' to worry about, then," he said lightly, easily following her through the crowd of people. He moved with the same ease as he always had, as comfortable in packed cities as he was in the quieter streets of Summersea or the spiraling paths of Winding Circle. "Except maybe that you're in somethin of a hurry?"

The latter came out teasingly and he squeezed her hand around his. A hurry wasn't a bad thing. He sort of liked it.