“What’s the downside to eating a clock? It’s time-consuming!”

You deliver the punchline with as much enthusiasm as you can muster, eyes gleaming with hope that this might be the one to finally crack Blade’s stoic facade. But his face remains as still as a rock, betraying nothing. It’s almost as if he’s been put to the ultimate test—one that forbids even the smallest twitch of a smile.

“Are you over?” Blade asks, his voice tinged with unmistakable annoyance as his piercing eyes bore into yours. It’s clear he’s had enough of your attempts, or at least that’s what he wants you to believe. His rigid stance, that sharp gaze, it’s all part of the wall he’s put up, one that you’re determined to break through. You’ve tried every trick in the book, every clever pun and ridiculous riddle, but you’re no closer to cracking that hardened exterior.

Yet, you can’t shake the feeling that deep down, behind his steely expression, Blade harbors a hidden fondness for your antics. He’s mastered the art of keeping it concealed, and he’d never admit it aloud—but maybe, just maybe, he’s silently enjoying every bit of it.