[He's ignoring Lobelia for now - he moves away, trudging through the dead bodies of monsters and creatures as he tries to look for the way out. There isn't any. of course. The way he moves, with shoulders a little hunched, intention aggrieved but vaguely desperate, is like a lurching beast that is pacing along the inside of its cage.]
[When his search goes nowhere, he moves back towards the magician. His pants are stained from all the viscera he's trod through. He ignores it, as he always does.]
[His breath comes out with a disbelieving huff.]
This isn't a date. You just invited me to kill monsters. That's all.
no subject
[When his search goes nowhere, he moves back towards the magician. His pants are stained from all the viscera he's trod through. He ignores it, as he always does.]
[His breath comes out with a disbelieving huff.]
This isn't a date. You just invited me to kill monsters. That's all.