"Some people?" Thomas mumbled against Krem's lips, laughing into Krem's mouth. He tried to think of some people that he knew who could fight that he could manage to stand against and not get his face beaten in and could think of no one.

"I think you're being too nice," he said, shaking his head. "I don't know if there's anyone who knows how to fight that I could manage to do okay against, not without some kind of weapon involved. Like if I had a stick, I might be okay. You're too nice."

He sighed quietly. "Good morning."