I'm...I'm not good at making promises! I won't do it!

[He takes a deep breath, lets out a heavy groan. This is the most serious conversation he's had since he got here, and man does he ever not like it. Not at all! But maybe it's earning him some brownie points, so at least there's something.]

I told you I'm not so good at fighting. If he does come looking to make good on my offer there's really not much to be done about it. [A pause.] But I will say that I won't go out of my way to jump off a ledge into his waiting stranglehold. I'm staying right where I am, safe and sound--not counting the freezing temperatures and monsters and other ghosties. Cross my heart.