Cleon kind of wanted to take her words at face value and go on his merry way. But ugh, he had a prickle of conscience. He should at least escort her home or something, right? She moved along and didn't make it too far before she was stopping again. Yeah, he couldn't just leave her on her own.

"I'll help you get home. Tybalt might tan my hide otherwise," he said in jest as he moved a little closer and offered an arm.

Please don't have that thing while I'm walking with you, he thought fervently to himself.