[ Eren's seen dumb before. All it took was a quick look into a mirror to see stupid. But this...

She has enough sense to try and recover, which was more than can be said for most. Maybe it was simply another facet of her idiocy. Eren chalked it up to pure, dimwitted determination. He could only grimace as their talk went down the gutter, muttering under his breath: ]

And I'm not a spirit...but we're supposed to play the role all the same.

[ It's about the point where she mentions how there won't be any harm coming to him that Saint-Just begins to panic, and slips out from underneath Mordred's grasp (likely due to the sweat accumulating on his throat. Gross) only to be met with the pointy end of Eren's peg leg. ]

Get back down there - wuh?! [ After taking the blow to the stomach, Saint-Just had immediately latched his mitts on Eren's wooden leg, causing Eren to slip and fall straight onto his head, hips hanging over the edge of the bed. ] Hey...do something useful for once...seriously...

[ he's talking to you, you foolish fool ]