No. [He speaks suddenly and recklessly, yet, unlike what he said before, he is not blushing now.] There won't be a repeat of that. You are not alone. We can...and will...find a way to silence Baxia.

[Or to, at least, keep it contained. His fingers curl on his thigh, the nails scratching the fabric.]

I give you my spiritual energy freely. The odds are surely in our favor if it is three against one.