He really should have let them kill her. He inhaled deeply, annoyed. He opened his eyes and peered at her without raising his head, without answering, letting her get it all out. Maybe some answers would overlap and he wouldn't have to answer more than once. Gods, she could prattle on. So like a woman to keep demanding answers out of him. He just listened and breathed as she destroyed his peaceful oasis with the wretched sound of her voice. 

As far as what her [i]quarry[/i] could offer to these monsters to gain their allegiance, reluctant and temporary as it no undoubtedly was, how would he know? He didn't know what the man had to offer anyone. If he had to hazard a guess, it would be power. If this woman, with her strength, anger, and drive, hunted him into an abandoned desert city, he had power of his own, and was a threat in some form or another.

And as to why he hadn't left. He ignored that question. Didn't even consider it, the Kartaian's effect on him too strong, the pull in his chest too tight. Guilt would drown him.

Swallowing again, he cleared his throat and raised his head again. "Can't stand sunlight." He said vaguely. Maybe that would answer more than one of her many questions. "Except once. Almost six months ago."