[ well he wouldn't describe her as a bulldog! he thinks she's much cuter than that. maybe some scruffy unkempt but very headstrong border collie. but yes, one that might just leap off a cliff to pursue a goal and... do dogs do that? maybe this metaphor is running away from him.

but he does understands that completely to keep this a secret from mizuki. exactly so, as the one who barely even hesitated to leave him when he started breaking down and clarke had to stay behind to help him together. yeah, uh, sorry for that, whoops! nobody can say he's reliable except maybe if things get really dire, but emotional distraught apparently does not count as that.

there's a frown as his fingers twitch, unconsciously, at her shoulder. he had just casually floated the idea of offering a hand because he does have a high pain threshold and would rather not have other people hurt, but-- ] Miss Clarke, that shouldn't be necessary just to recover a hand. I'll be fine. [ kind of drastic...? mercy kills are mercy kills but to recover a body part it doesn't seem that necessary. never mind that he would like to keep a hand if possible, he's a musician and would like to play his lyre if possible, or poke peoples' faces obnoxiously.

that, and there's... a slow rousing awareness that if possible, he wouldn't want his body, the image of it, to be damaged or killed if it can be helped. but that's another disgusting mess of issues in itself. ]

We could discuss more later. Unless you'd like another dance and we can do so right now~ [ why, he wouldn't mind that at all. just the opposite! what a lovely dance partner clarke makes. hissed accusations, great taste in music, she didn't step on his feet, offers to kill him. an ideal.

this being said he's going to be fucked up after this party so. what a fucking mess he'll be, there's that. ]