Lou didn't care for Miss van Helsing's holier-than-thou speech, but it seemed pointless to try and argue with someone who do obviously had no sense. He remembered, after all, what it was like to be rash and young and certain of one's own invincibility. It was exactly that degree of undeserved confidence that had gotten him
transformed into a goddamn werewolf. If she wanted to recklessly gamble with her life because she hadn't yet realized the truth of her own mortality, that was her business — but hopefully get foolishness would only hurt
her, and not take the rest down with her.
Since there was no polite was to express his feelings — since he had nothing to say to her except
you are an idiot — he resolved to just ignore her entirely, while that was still possible.
The riddle proved enough of a distraction for the moment. "That seems the only fitting answer," he agreed when the older man spoke. Reluctant as he had been to engage the Sphinx in the first place, there was no denying his involvement now (no distinction had been made, or at least not recognized by the Sphinx, to those who were disinclined to play along), so he was determined to contribute where he could.