Their smile goes wry, a little lopsided, tugging further at one corner than another. Gosh, everyone's a critic. Better come at them with the airtight analogies. Airnalogies.

"Yeah," They mumble, letting it go. They've argued enough, they think, for now.

Chara rests a hand over their pocket momentarily, thinking about trying to leave the room exactly how they found it. Cover their tracks. But... nah. There's no un-ripping a torn page, and there's no reason they should be above consequences. They made a choice, they can own it.

"Let's go be bad," they offer, smile growing symmetrical and at ease again. "Just for a little bit."