[ As if he would take anything Eustace says seriously.

Here's the thing about Dokja, he can talk on and on about practically anything except for himself. As soon as the topic turns to him, it's all hands on deck to divert the conversation and send it careening in another direction. ]

What about me?

[ It's asked with a small laugh as he slips one hand back into the river, lets the water flow through the open spaces between his fingers. His grin turns into something a little more mischievous. ]

Taking a sudden interest in me? You shouldn't. I already told you that I won't be the one to wear you down.