[ Dazai isn't here with the implicit desire for recruitment. But it seems like any personal preferences he might have about being ordered around are not up for debate. Besides, if he would have wanted to risk voicing an objection, that urge is laid to rest with the notice of Oliver's scabbard, and the expectation of the obligatory sword which must lie sheathed inside.
Well, there's that and her very demure bellow of a request. ]
Oh! Are you speaking to me?
[ There's no one else in sight. Not unless you count his fellow looters and rioters, moving past at breakneck speed, while he stands around like he's there to merely observe. But Dazai still takes the time to point at himself and look around cartoonishly for another draftee. ]
Why, it'd be my pleasure to help a lady in need!
[ There's no sarcasm in his tone, whatsoever. Still, the way he makes his way over to her, hands in both pockets like he's on a Sunday afternoon stroll, suggests he's slightly reluctant to be dragged into her playing errand boy. ]
Feel my heat takin' you higher, burn with me
Well, there's that and her very demure bellow of a request. ]
Oh! Are you speaking to me?
[ There's no one else in sight. Not unless you count his fellow looters and rioters, moving past at breakneck speed, while he stands around like he's there to merely observe. But Dazai still takes the time to point at himself and look around cartoonishly for another draftee. ]
Why, it'd be my pleasure to help a lady in need!
[ There's no sarcasm in his tone, whatsoever. Still, the way he makes his way over to her, hands in both pockets like he's on a Sunday afternoon stroll, suggests he's slightly reluctant to be dragged into her playing errand boy. ]