"Wait, wait. I know this game. 'Say you're a dick without saying you're a dick', right? Good job. You win." He didn't have any pockets to stick his hands into, which sucked, and crossing his arms would just make him look like a petulant jerk. Well, more so than that statement did.

But they were in this together, right? Probably not. "I don't know where you're from, but where I'm from, whips can't make you do that, so observing wouldn't have been as... informative as interacting." Not for him, anyway. No mind control in the big blue globe he lived on. Probably for the best. Max would have made use of it. Prick.