"You know she would have had you inside in about 30 seconds, regardless," Alex told him. "Though I can understand that train of thought, I suppose." He sighed quietly. Some days, Cirque life gave him the worst sort of throbbing headache.
"Worst tomato sauce ever," Alex muttered, carefully wiping the blood away. "I have something for the cuts, I'll get it in a minute. Just-no more smashing little clay things, OK? At least not today."