Whatever the case was, he was still alive, and that mud was also... Alive? Was the mud sentient here, was that a thing? First the tulips, now the mud. Should he be concerned about the grass he was standing on? Okay, weird, but whatever.
"I'm just sayin', it seems like kind of a lame target. Not that I'm volunteering—" He's quick to follow up with a wave of his hands as he moves his gaze from the wriggling mud to the bears face as he took a step back. He wasn't sure how trigger-happy (bow-happy?) people were here and he wasn't eager to find out despite his interruptions. "I was just thinking that since, y'know, mud doesn't move— not where I'm from anyway —so maybe it'd be useless target practice. But what do I know." He laughs nervously, hands twisting in the hem of his shirt as he fidgets.
"I don't even know how to hold those things." He gestures one hand at the bow while taking another step back towards the denser gathering of trees behind him. "Anyway, I should probably go and let you uh, shoot some more mud... If that's what you're into." Dante clears his throat as he nods in agreement with his own statement.
let me spin and excite you
