You can enjoy that bittersweet regret, Starkiller. There is no greater feeling than the feeling of fucking up and knowing you have nobody to blame but yourself. Truly people are flocking to experience a similar sensation, but none shall feel it as earnestly as you.

Hans would of course resent the assumption that he's inconsequential, but truthfully that's the impression he's aiming for. It's far better than being considered an easy target, much better to be dismissed than to be pinpointed as someone to take down.

"I suppose you're right." He says morosely, though he agrees it's certainly not a situation to reflect lightly on. "I guess all that's left is to show them we're more than a joke." Though the look on his face indicates he doubts his own words. "I don't imagine we'll be anything more than entertainment, regardless of how we're presented." That was meant to be comforting he's sure. He trails off as Starkiller peruses the sweets, keeping his stupidly expressive eyes fixed on him as he does and brightening when he's acknowledged again.

"Oh! Wienerbrod!" He seems really, really excited to see a Danish. "I'll tell you what they are! Delicious."