（ you're welcome. ）

Ah, danger's all relative. Any human with a sharp stick can be dangerous if they've got sufficient motivation.

（ notably, not a yes. also not a no. why is he like this??

but he does push himself out of the doorway and schlep over to the adjacent bench near where the kid is doing his best to occupy his hands and time Pointedly Elsewhere. he moves like a dancer — purposeful and confident in the occupation of his body, nothing wasted. at least until he opts to sprawl across the bench rather languidly, long spidery legs crossed at the ankle on the floor. a tripping hazard, if the kid isn't careful when he turns around. ）

And I think you mean 'fortunately for you.' You have, in the course of five minutes, warned me you'd be a danger to me, and followed that up with a blithe announcement that you've hurt people. Oh no! Between the two of us, you're clearly way more worried about it than I am.

（ he leans back on his hands. smiles. it is somewhere between the knife's edge of congenial and cruel. ）

So what if I could offer you perfect certainty I can't be hurt?