It's fine. That's just how life is. We all live and die. Some more painful then others.

[Okay, enough of that. Either way, that comment of his made her riled up, which at least fulfills that sick dark hole he has called a heart.]

Of course size matters. Have you ever seen a man go after a flat-chested woman before? If I were to grab your breasts, I'm sure the whole hand wouldn't cup around. [So he says, actually stopping and leaning forward to inspect them.] ...ah, maybe yours, though. Hm...

But if you want to help me when I'm badly injured, you can. There's no stopping you, after all. [Not like he'd care in the first place, actually.]