[ If he could've, he would've propped his elbow up on his knee to listen to Clive talk about his country's past. But as it stands (or sits, as the case may be), he tilts his head to be able to watch how he looks as he talks. His eyes drift along his expression, taking in what he says and how he says it. ]

Sounds nice. [ Is what he says aloud. ] To be someone who people believe and follow in is -- [ He shakes his head. ] -- worth being made into a myth.

[ His eyebrows rise as his lie is found out so quickly. Not that it was difficult, but he would've hoped Clive would play along with what he said. ]

I do want those extra credit points, so it seems I must.

[ Yet again his eyebrow lifts, he flicks his gaze over the man's face and then drifts down past his collarbone. His head tilts to the side as he did promise that he wouldn't be too frisky in speech or action, but it seems his promise to keep that true is being tested. But he is good and doesn't say anything about being tied to a bed. Good Verso.

It's easy to not say anything when gentle fingertips are touching the healing wounds. His gaze drifts about the room before once more returning to Clive's face. At the question of how it works, he feels a brief frown slip on his lips then fade away. ]

In my ... where I come from... something called the Fracture happened years and years ago. It was a catastrophic event that nearly destroyed everything. [ His eyes fix on he ceiling for a brief second. ] For some reason, I became immortal. [ He scratches the side of his face. ] I can't die. I can control my healing... and so none of this will scar unless I want it to scar. [ Turning his head slightly: ] When I'm all better, you could see even more tricks. You could cut me in half and both halves can move independently of the other.

[ A little smile. ] It's all great fun.