[He breathes deeply at that, closing his eyes; when he laughs again, the sound is much softer. Calmer, in some ways. But when he finally does turn around to make eye contact, that wild look still hasn't left his eyes.]

They're more resilient than you give them credit for.

[His voice is still trembling quite a bit; he's smirking deeply.]

But...that creature I've seen you with before, the rock-type. If you've raised it at all, you should know exactly what they're capable of withstanding. You know it's a moot point.

[He folds one of his arms across his chest and braces the elbow of the other against his wrist, resting his hand against his face.]

So do us both a favor and be direct with me. What is it you really want?