When were you ever the pretty one? Was always my job, while you were the handsome mysterious asshole.

[Just as dryly as before. His fingers flexed a little, and at last the skin wasn't brittle. Still ached a bit. More so than usual since they started to look as they did now.

His head tipped.]

Too many unknown factors, but I'd rather know the extent of what I can do than stop because of this.