You were involving me in unwanted skeleton combat. I have a right to defend myself.

[ He's unruffled by Aisha's accusations of being a terrible teammate. She's a very critical person sometimes. He'd never get anywhere if he took it too seriously.

But he might as well try to smooth things over, so he slides off the bed and strolls over to where she's standing to loop a companionable arm around her shoulders. Not so uncoordinated when they present as a set. ]

I don't have a middle name, and my inconquerable weakness is my vulnerability to physical attack. [ He'll even sell himself out for her, that's how considerate he is - down to the slightly unorthodox word choice. ] You can't make him make too many skeletons. He gets sweaty. It's gross.