for as long as he's known her, despite seeing her partake in her rather eccentric hobbies, he really doesn't have the sanity to pull himself away. the look in her eyes, the one he recognises to be one that shows that she's 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 ( albeit in the best way ), promising some truth to her threat that he still can't tell is a joke / not — is the one tat keeps him coming back. " that's cute, " stepping forward, making the difference in their statures more visible than ever, his head hangs low, tilting as he faces her. his smirk only grows. " can't even stab me in the neck without jumping so you're threatening to bust my kneecaps ? thought you were more creative than that, "