You mean you don't want to bring a whole horde of raiders down on our heads just to make things interesting?

[ Dryly. No, of course, they both know that's the last thing Len would prefer. And Arcade is way ahead of him, there.

He's also beyond bored enough to indulge Len's momentary inspiration to instruct, even if learning the exact methodology by which he turns a man's brains inside out from a mile on without warning interests Arcade just as little, in truth. He won't pretend it isn't impressive, in a gruesome, unfortunate way. Skill is skill, after all. But he can't see ever putting this particular one to much use, himself. ]

If this is all a ploy to make me look ridiculous, I feel like it's working.

[ He follows instruction, anyway, though, moving where Len guides him to as he tries to mimic that seemingly leisurely sprawl that he knows, unfortunately, by heart. The mingled smell of warm leather, the dirt beneath them, and the day's sweat, now long dry in the cool night air, as Len presses in makes a pleasant enough distraction that he doesn't complain again. ]