[He doesn't laugh like Polnareff does. Not like Kakyoin, either. A little like Jiji maybe, that sort of barrel-chested sound. It's a good laugh. It sounds...well, good. Not terrible, at least. Like it's going to be okay, a little.]

We can fight in the square, I'll throw you into the decorative fountain.

[But then he sobers a little, as they come back to business.]

Yeah. I can get it to him. He'll — I think he'll see me, anyway. Probably.