Well, he hasn't tried to take his head, so he can't argue that necessarily. And he'd rather get along than fight -- what's the point of it when they're all trapped? While they have a common enemy, no reason they can't just... get along.

There's a grin at that offer though, challenging. "You think I'm backing out? Please. Not when there are chips on the line!"

So, fine, he'll step in, one hand going up to rest against the back of that green head as he leans in to find a good patch of skin. It's a little awkward, but he thinks he pulls it off, sucking at a nice patch of skin for a second, even if part of the clown wants to leave a proper mark behind.

You know, just to torment him with later.