Y-Yeah. Yeah. I mean, it worked out in the end. The guy threatened to decapitate me but then his friend, who I guess is a Lacerator or something - a type of warrior who causes real bad physical harm to others for the sake of the law or whatever - came to talk to me about it and it... well, I still have my head. I wore this big latex pigeon mask to the meeting? He, um. He got mad about that. But.

[ he's rambling. odin's rambling. he shouldn't be talking about the more embarrassing parts of his life in front of a pretty girl. he shakes his head to clear it of all these stupid, dumb, stupid stupid dumb dumb thoughts and tries to slip back into relaxed, soft boy mode. it's still kind of hard to chill when you're dancing with a really pretty girl, though. even harder when that really pretty girl starts worrying about him. ]

D-Don't worry, though. I won't get hurt. I'm really strong. And-- and y-- y-- you're-- you're t-too--- t-- too-- you're-- you're too-- too pretty-- too pretty to get, um, lines. On your face, from worry. So I don't-- I don't want to... do that. Make that happen, I mean.

[ so smooth. ]