Not really my business. I was- fuck. I was worried, at first. When he told me what the moon does. Too close to compulsion for my liking. Thought that someone might take advantage of it. I'd have wanted to be sure that wasn't the case, if we'd met any other way.

[ Because getting punched by a turnip man is exactly the proof you need that said turnip man is trustworthy. ]

You're not going to hurt him. Wouldn't have come along for this stupid idea if you were. So unless you want to tell me, I don't need to know a thing.