[He starts and pulls away, an act that surprises her in a situation that has spiraled so deeply into a lack thereof. Maeve raises her palms in a gesture of supplication and apology.]

I wasn't certain you would. [Seeing as they appear to be from vastly different worlds, Maeve would not have put much stock in the success of efficacy of the very technique she used to evade the orders that the humans planted in her.] I won't hurt you, or make you do anything you don't want to do.

[Gentle, soft. Sincere. She isn't yet certain if she can without making a suggestion obvious, but neither would she want someone directing her about. She's had enough of that for several lifetimes, and Connor is blatantly new to his own emancipation.]

Our code must be similar. The ability is something I came into quite by accident.