"If it'd hurt then it's off the table." Garrot's words are sharp and curt, an utter departure from the vague flirting of a moment ago. A little pain in the insinuated "bedroom" is one thing, but doing actual harm and causing actual pain? Fuck no. But in an effort to steer the admittedly-not-horrible conversation to a different topic that's a bit less dicey, Garrot puts his hands on his hips to broadcast his confidence.

"I do have something else I want to ask you about, though." It's not like he can't bring up Gyre's undead-ness later, once the awkwardness of arm-chopping fades. Seriously, he might even see if he can get Sly taking notes over the phone if he can get the details of life after death. But again, that's for later. Garrot's emboldened by the jokes and camaraderie that he doesn't even stop for more than a moment before bulldozing things, as is his norm.

"You'll punch the Princess, and not me? Seriously, what gives?" He's using humor again, and this time his tone of voice is still just as jovial and cheeky. But he knows that if he's as loud about his feelings with this like he usually is, he'll get angry, and that won't help anything.