The defensive words earn a snort. "If you're not a moothball, then I don't like orangeth. And, fun fact, it ith a clinical fact that they are the motht amathing thingth on thith entire planet and you are a lying dick." Briefly, his other hand makes a small gesture. "The more you know." But then it's right back to holding Sonica close and stroking Dualscar's fin over and over.

He's pretty sure, he thinks, the key here is to make both of them more comfortable. Dualscar is an idiot, there's no denying that, and the girl is scared out of her mind even now.