Garrot raises an eyebrow to match both of Haizea's, and he just sports a little smirk as he nods along with each and every quaint little suggestion of hers. It's not until she suggests Twister that he chuckles deeply, and gently shakes his head back and forth.

"Twister's banned." The words are matter of fact, but he's still smiling. "If I'm gonna make you scream, it won't be because I fall on you in some stupid game." He may or may not have taken someone to the hospital after a game of Twister, but it's something he's scared of either way. "No no no, Zea..." And then he leans in.

"I think we should both pack up some sparring gear, finally take the chance to trade some blows in nature's deep freezer. Then we come back, and..." The eyebrows are back to normal, but his eyes make it clear that he's insinuating exactly what she thinks. "...we lick..." So Garrot gently licks his lips, tongue curving delicately around the longest, pointiest teeth, and then his grin turns just a little predatory. "...each other's wounds."

And then he winks.