I'll put my keen eyes to use by scouting ahead for the party.
Gregor thinks, somewhat shaken, eyes on Gerald as he slides past to range ahead:
Keep your eyes on that one, Gregor, old boy. He is fairminded, to be sure, but rigid and uncompromising, with only the frightened cleric to hold his leash. We may yet require a larger blade, the better to sink into his broadly muscled back should the need arise.