He stood there, still looking astonished at her flood of babble, and her shoulders slumped at his lack of reaction. "I can send you home if you don’t want to be. You don’t have to. You’re not a slave you know. It’s alright to say no to something you don’t want to do. If you don’t like me we don’t have to be friends. I know you’re a grown-up and I’m not, but I’m quite smart for my age and I thought maybe you might like to visit, and maybe it would be nicer here than in Hell which sounds rather unpleasant and we could work on maths puzzles together."