"He didn't?" He forces himself to look crestfallen, which isn't particularly hard, oddly enough. "Man, I thought we had something special." He scuffs the ground with his barefoot, pouting at his toes before looking up at her to see the fangs are out.

"Calm down, princess." He assumes she's princess if Eridan and Meenah are also princesses. He holds his hands up in surrender, just so she doesn't get any more of those aggressive thinky thoughts. "He doesn't need my help getting murdered. He's more brittle than stale ramen. Guy could probably shatter a hip and some ribs if he slipped on a banana peel in some hypothetical happenstance." Stop making yourself sound suspicious.