[He knows, but he's easy to rile up and it's better than seeing the poor sod sulk at pools all day because he doesn't know how to relax.

Robin doesn't want to tell anyone, ever, about how the people he sought to protect wanted nothing to do with him, either. He and Sanson might find something in common, and he'd rather eat his own boot. Or this pool noodle.]

I don't have to say it then, do I? Here.

[He tosses him the noodle, lips twitching with a smile.]

I'll even do you the favor of starting you off. About the same length as your blade, isn't it?