He was strongly tempted to jerk away irritably, but it was clear she needed to do this to come to a decision. She was going to base her choice on whether there was a lingering aftereffect; if he wasn't suffering or ill, then waiting might be an acceptable option, after all.

But how long could they continue before something else happened, and he was left not knowing and unable to seek information because of his reluctance to interact with those from his past? Escape was always an option, but how long until they managed it? Months? Years? Could he continue to lead the life of Jack Jones, undiscovered, for the rest of his life?

"No," he admitted finally, sighing the word. He wasn't in pain. He didn't feel sick. In the time it took to have their discussion, the sensation had become nothing more than a memory. "Nothing at all."