Gee, thanks, Godsmack... Your bedside manner's just like I always daydreamed.

[It's a little lackluster of a tease, but he hasn't really been at his best these days when it comes to grinning through quippy little lines. He doesn't really look at Law, not really; he hasn't been looking at anyone lately. Too hesitant to see what's looking back at him, too shamed to meet inquiring gazes. He proceeds to mush a green bean with his fork, since eating it has been a trial.]

You sure you're not gonna do that anyway? The whole magician show, where you, like... pull my head and arms and legs off my body?