So long as Deimos has the good sense to avoid you going forward, I don't see any need for my path and his to cross.

[He's hesitant to promise he will remain so serene if Deimos actually strikes the thing he fears - in a small, fragile form unlikely to effectively strike back. After a moment, he adds:]

If anything happens to you or your hands, I'll help Rowantree plan it to look like an accident unconnected to either of us.

[It's delivered like a joke, but it isn't one.]