"What do you mean 'stop getting into trouble'? All I did was attack the thing because it wouldn't get out of my way, and it not only broke my ankle, but it killed me..." His voice drifted off, a faint blush creeping across his face in embarrassment. Now that he'd said it out loud, it really did sound like he'd been asking for it. Come to think of it, a lot of things he'd been so dead set on sounded a lot better in his head than they did when they were given a voice. "I don't try to get into trouble. It just follows me and trips me up."
A different world, different people, different rules. It gave him an odd feeling of freedom to be there, where there was nothing for him to chase after, no one to answer to, and no reason to close himself off. Maybe she was right and he was getting a second chance. "What kind of favour?"