Flair was thoughtful on the way back to the inn. The main emotion Jens' speech had evoked from him was concern, though it'd be a lie to say it didn't also elicit a healthy amount of fear. He'd seen shades of this before from him when he'd gotten power from those in his collective dying, but never to such a pointed degree before. He remembered his conversation about this darkness he'd detected earlier, and Jens' request that if he go to far for him to end it. There was a chunk of worry in his guy that the possibility of such an outcome seemed to be slowly expanding to inevitability, but he hoped that it could still be avoided.

Still, that was a matter for another day. By the time they got back to the Silver Wagon, he had pushed that aside to deal with the situation at hand. "Ms Gallegos, we have returned. The Doomsayer shouldn't be a problem for you anymore. My associate" he motioned to Jens "gave him a stern talking to and got him to back off." There had been an ever-so-slight pause before the word 'stern', but while that may have been underselling what Jens had did, it was accurate enough.