Excellent, make it as embarrassing as possible. He pulled his gruel back over, happy that at least that had been settled. Not the ideal situation but hey, nothing was ideal in murdergame land. Had to take what you got.

He paused some at that pointed look, frowning as he tried to figure out what it was for. After a moment he kind of figured it out, there wasn't much else he could think of, at least. "I'm hoping whatever Zero decides to do won't effect my ability to help you two. He's already played the gambit of losing vision and losing voice. I'm half surprised I'm not deaf or some similar nonsense." Nope, that'd be all for Clive, lucky boy. "Don't worry so much and have some gruel, no use fretting on an empty stomach and all." Pot calling kettle black.