Oh, it's not the gods I learned that from. [Nonetheless, he's still got a pleased-with-himself grin on his face, not that it would readily be seen.]

On the other hand, after that little stunt I daresay they know who they're dealing with. Their next emissary is likely to be one of the few down there that can take me on... Though they'll want to act quickly, the further away we get the more tenuous their case for taking you back becomes. [This part of the trip is likely to take a little while, as winding and jagged as it is he can't really go as fast as he did on the straightaways before At least he can leap the hairpin turns, though? Oooh, speaking of leaping, there's something he meant to bring up.]

How are you holding up? I'd not insult the resilience of a nymph, you've surely been hanging on like a champion- but I can't say as I know how tired the dead get from whatever exertions they go through. [He's mainly worried about her arms, the only thing keeping her upper body in place against him- which kind of unfortunately ensured her chiton was soaking up all his back-sweat from before, sorry about that. But such are rescues!]