Ugh, this is going to be such a huge chore. Way worse than washing dishes. He digs his heels in and pulls, and makes absolutely no headway at all. God, why is Toska so unnecessarily large, this is ridiculous.

He pauses at the questions, though, turning back to squint at the troll, face feeling hot. He's annoyed, that's all. He's certainly not embarrassed about not hating Toska after everything he's helped put Colin through. It's nothing like that. "I'm angry, of course, because who does that sort of thing to a-- a perfectly innocent person who's never really.. done anything wrong? And you shouldn't be so casual about eating people! Troll or not, if you intend to befriend humans, the mere mention of that is upsetting."

The hand not grasping Toska's plants itself on his hip, though, and he frowns deeply. ".. But no, I don't want anything unpleasant to happen to you." He can't believe he's even repeating this. "--Anyway, I'd be alone here if you were gone, and I don't think I could bear that. It's hard enough even with someone I know around." He's like literally on the verge of screaming at any given moment.

He pulls again at the hand curled with his, scowl deepening. "Now will you come on already?"