[ He just kind of shrugged at the question, an amused smile on her lips. She could believe it or not, he didn't really mind. But it seemed like she quickly convinced herself anyway. ]

He could try to find me. Not one's quite managed it yet.

[ He tilted his head as she turned back. ]

All magic is dangerous. [ Said in the charming way of the utterly relentless with zero self preservation instinct. ]

But alright, alright, as thanks for letting me go, I won't go back.

[ He paused, then wet his fingers with his lips, turned to look at his arms and snapped his fingers. A fire burst from his finger tips and he quickly drew a line of it around his arm. It burned through the fabric before extinguishing, and then he pulled the cuff right off his jacket, burnt edges and all. ]

Here. You grabbed me but I used a flame spell to escape, and you only got the edge of my sleeve.

[ He tapped the fabric with a finger and it shimmered, a tell-tale sign of the Queen West's specialty: textile magic. ]

Should be proof enough, I think.