Clumsy? [ now that's interesting. the changes in heine's physiology he can track as part of an overall declawing, as he keeps calling it—like his entire being is somehow muffled. he heals more slowly, his reflexes are dulled, he's not as strong or as agile as he should be. but clumsy? heine can't say that's one of his own symptoms. ] That's interesting. Do you normally have... some kind of ability to not be clumsy?

[ it sounds stupid to say it out loud, so hopefully midnight is picking up heine's meaning. is he especially nible, or gifted with some kind of foresight that helps him avoid running unfortunately into doorknobs. something like that. the mention of daan makes heine shake his head and lift an invisible glass as if toasting to the extremely put-upon doctor himself. ]

Well, if you don't want to recover from the head injury, I'm not the guy to ask. I'm tired of killing people. [ midnight can take that however he wants, heine's not really thinking his sentences through all the way. he squints a little, trying to parse that—i'd like to choose my own partners for that—and only after a second realizes that midnight is probably talking about— ] Oh, like. Kinky handcuffs.

[ probably? ]