No, it's not hard to guess her intent. His hand goes to her neck, resting there gently; it brings their faces closer as he breaks eye contact, dropping his gaze.

"There is no official punishment for refusing to kill," he says. "I have not done it, slaying only the monsters that they shut in here with us. There are some here who will help you, if you ask for it, and others who fight only to protect the others here whom they care for." But that said...

"However, the Game-makers have complete control of the world around us. They will send creatures, enemies, disasters. They want to be amused," Aragorn goes on, darkly. "And a pack of Tributes at each other's throats is more amusing than a camp of allies."