[ indeed, he hasn't — rather, his eyes are on Molly, watching his reaction. how he moves, what he goes for... the hip? could just as easily be guns, but the finger positioning doesn't look right, leading him to suspect something bladed. it could be daggers, sly ones like this live for finding a weak point their victims didn't even know they had, but Molly is... flashy. he probably wields something flashy. ]

[ the woe of having your weapons on the outside. that's certainly not the thinking of a hero, but he plays along. he'll always keep up a joke, so long as he finds it amusing — or useful. ]

We can decide if that's a public or private affair after I get you through here safely, hm?

[ the yawning-open mouth of the dormitory is an intimidating thing to be certain, mostly blackened along its depths but for a faint light in the distance. though they start arm-in-arm, shoulder-to-shoulder, the corridor quickly begins to narrow so that they can no longer travel side-by-side. Getou casts him a glance and steps in front of him, shifting so that they hold hands instead of link. a gentleman, and not a shy one either. ]

You're not afraid of spiders, are you?

[ because he has a feeling this is about to get a lot worse. ]