He seems to flinch away, impossibly quick, and turns an alarmed look on her that only grows moreso when she actually volunteers the both of them. "Don't--" he starts, but his wild eyes skitter over the audience and he realizes that if they don't volunteer, someone else will.

Squaring his shoulders and trying to look brave, he nods. "Fine. But don't come crying to me when he lights your hair on fire."