Arrow Lake we are made of flesh

The no sent waves of solidifying interest and gladness over him. This Diaspora place was perfect for him.
Then she offered to call her general and he immediately stood.
They shouldn't have notion a scout was here.
"No."
He suddenly stepped closer, imposing on her space in a swift movement.
His voice became a sharp hiss, any semblance of the semi-passive man was gone, "Tell no one."
He didn't stick around for fear of her starting to retaliate as soon as the shock wore off -- or perhaps she was pricklier and had already snapped his flesh in her jaws -- but he quickly backed up again, the youth attached or not.

Depending on if he was being attacked depended on his escape.
If the youth were attached to him, he'd certainly start to fight her off. If she sat there dumbfounded, he'd trot away at an easy pace.
Though if she'd called for someone he sure as hell was about to hightail it out of there.