"I imagine that wasn't the part that bothered you." He remembers Jedao taking his clawed hand, pressing one claw so carefully against his own flesh until a single inky drop of blood slipped free: that had been his confession. So, a needle-stick...

Well. Not the sort of thing he'd welcome with a stranger.

Gonou considers.

"... well, maybe I could find a book, in that case. If you'd like to learn together. I've seen little felt dolls, they're very cute."