[ He would die as he lived: beholden to one man's excess of ass. ]

Well, yes. [ He exhales, a sound that hitches a little like a laugh as the ladder wobbles them about. Gazing upwards, he deftly pumps the heel of his palm to the other man's actual heel, giving him a gentle boost. ] But that's the easy part... for me, anyway.

[ Everyone has different thresholds, though this place has a way of blurring those boundaries. Then again, so does Kizuna. ]

Getting into someone's heart or mind is a different matter.