dont know where your mind is

BASTIEN

'Cause you've got a mind that is so hell bent on
Fixing me up before I get my coat off

"Ah." Bastien nodded as if he understood, but without having seen the shambling, slimy creature the Prince had been, he didn't. Still, he didn't inquire further: presumably, if this being was now bound to Isla, he would see him soon enough. "I...see. That reminds me, Azrael. I was wondering if you had ever considered taking on a companion of your own? An animal can be a great comfort, and protection, too." A little bit of extra reassurance for him when Azrael left - that at least one pair of eyes would be on them at all times.

Using his arms to lean forward and crawl over a step that was ruined more than the others around it, Bastien allowed himself a secret relieved smile as his face was turned away. "I see. A sensible decision, given your talents. It is best to be where one can be used most effectively." And kept the most safe.

A laugh and a hum followed Azrael's question: Bastien's initial reaction was to say of course not, but knowing the chances they had and the lack of able hands... "I do not know. I'd rather work on helping from the background, but...if I am called into action, I cannot refuse. There is too much at stake."

You with those hands that are so hell bent on
Making a mess to suggest you'd think something