The idea of allowing Raven to wandering the streets alone with the night falling quickly down around them makes him fret over her safety. But the truth is that he knows that she can take care of herself should the need arise, and a part of him hates that, because it's one less thing that she perhaps feels the need to depend upon him for.

So he nods, the hesitancy of it giving away how unsure he is to let her go at least for this, but he doubts that there's anything he can say or do right now that would keep her from going.

"This is obviously something that you have put much thought into," he says with an edge of understanding, "And I very much doubt that I can prevent you from going. But promise me that you'll be careful?" He doesn't just mean for her safety as he would anyone else, though, and it's obviously playing on his mind, the constant reminder that she isn't like every other girl, that life is harder for her because of her mutation. "Please, love, I realise that you're upset, but promise that you sharen't be off doing anything that might draw attention to yourself."