She ain't realised yet. Or maybe she ain't want to. He can only do what he's being asked to but he can't just leave her all like to knowing nil and naught. It feels obligational of sorts to explain, somehow, with making means to actually answer.

The faster she figures it all out the faster he'll be able to work for her. He racks his thinkpan hard for something simple enough not to get him in trouble.

Carefully, he brings the arms at his sides to fold behind his back, bowing his head just the slightest back down again, a closing of the eyes. A gesture of subservience. A sign that says 'I am here to serve and no more than that'.