[ Honestly, Squalo can sort of understand the restlessness of none of the usual ideas being applicable. He's sick of sitting around and playing along, too. But he still has to have some standard for his plans. He intends to get out of this in one piece, if possible, and so far antagonizing Satan seens to be counteractive to it. ]

[ This new tidbit is interesting, however. He perks up a little, and looks at Dodger with a raised eyebrow, shifting a bit within his grip. ]

...he doesn't look that strong.

[ He's not just saying that. He's fought him -- or, well, sparred, he supposes, and it hadn't been exactly to the death, and Squalo's only the best swordsman in the history of ever -- but unlike Dodger, Hawke hadn't beaten him. So this is news. ]

[ Looks like someone's been holding out on him. ]

[ The interest shifts into something almost akin to concern for a moment as he cants his head and frowns slightly, catching that momentary glimpse of unease in the other man's face. ]

[ He decides that he wouldn't like to be asked about it, and clearly they were the same kind of person, so he doesn't. ]

Well, if you already failed, I don't see why their conversation guidelines would still apply. [ Feel free to talk about it. If you want. ]

[ As an aside; ] Can I have my hand back?