[Why are you all like this. Or, no, not really, because Anders understands why people would be surprised by kindness offered freely - he's had his fair share of that himself - but in all his years assuring people that, no, this is free, he needs nothing, it's completely without strings, he's never gotten used to the pang of empathy that comes with it.

He tries to keep it off his face, though, when they're as angry and walled-up as Gen is. He shrugs.]

I'd ask you not to cave my face in, if that's alright with you. I don't want your sand. And I don't expect you to believe that, but it's true. This whole thing is a farce.

[He waves a hand at the room, the people, the castle, all of it. He's just not into it, and maybe that will come back with some consequences for him to handle later, but he's absolutely had worse than whatever a talking otter can do to him for refusing to play a game.]

It's up to you— but that leg does look like it hurts.