Gojyo straightened up at that. Was he making the Swamp Elf uncomfortable? The man had nearly fallen out of a tree when he approached, and now here he was, twitching and coughing his way through a simple conversation.

Had he been wrong about the guy all along? Maybe he wasn't creepy and violent -- maybe the enraging stamp on his eye was just as pointless as Gojyo's own gun mark. Maybe he was just really bad with people.

Huh.

"...Sure," he offered at last. He wasn't going to eat or drink anything that came out of such a disgusting mess, but it should be safe enough to walk through, right? He flicked his twig off into the bushes, and cautiously headed up the creaking porch steps. "Is there anyone else here?"