....Maaaaaybe? Come on, is that a crime? And yeah, I'll totally help clean up.

[He lets out a snort, stepping up closer to Petre - this is a problem, it is, but hey, it's nothing he and Petre can't fix. It's hardly his first rodeo with getting rid of dead bodies.]

[He doesn't pay that much attention to Aoba, which is a mistake.]

[The sudden throb almost makes him stumble - his eyebrows crease together as he blinks, confused, and glances at the others around him. He really shouldn't have drunk anything. If he hadn't, he'd be more on top of things. But all he can do is speak up, his tone hesitant:]

Hey, what was that? Who's having a headache all of a sudden? [He turns to Aoba.] Was it you, man?