I'm good at fighting. Very good.

[ his smile turns inward with a little sadness. this time, instead of orange flowers, blue ones start to take their place as they grow around his elbows. ]

And leading... but I can't do that here. [ then, he rolls back to his side. ]

You better wear gloves! Joints don't sound very good for the fur. I don't want to have to punish you, okay?

[ but his tone is cheeky, playful. everything positive, even if tinged blue. ]