He took his cue from her, sobering quickly. He went through too much shit since he was hatched to constantly pretend like everything was alright. Sure enough, all illusions of tranquility were dashed. A prickling rose at the back of his neck at the mention of the clown.

"If he doethn't hurt my friend, I don't have to. Thame goeth for anyone elthe who trieth shit, whether they've promithed me anything or not," he said carefully. A pause. "Didn't know you were friendth with him."

Casual. Right. Nervousness made him neglect to mention that he didn't particularly enjoy killing. If it meant protecting Signless, he didn't want to appear weak.