Sure. If I wanted to lose you, too.

[He bites his lip, and almost argues against Squalo's assertion. Because he doesn't want to leave he just... well. What does he want to get out of this, other than feeling marginally better?]

Don't kill me. Don't cut my face. Punching it is fine. If I really can't handle something, ah... my safeword is Songbird.

[He scratches his head with a hint of awkwardness.]

And leave my wrists alone. You're gonna start leaving an indent soon.