"It's not that I don't," he said, begrudgingly acknowledging what he had been trying to avoid talking about. "More like I haven't. Yet. Not that I would want to."

Leaving the leg work to his mount, he loosened up a bit. The job was done. Even if, by some unlucky accident, he didn't manage to make it back to base, he still could die knowing he'd done what he had set out to accomplish here. Though it still wouldn't be too satisfying.

"It's easier to just break a leg or two, cause some mayhem, and run off while they drink themselves to death in the aftermath. Their own guts will do them in, not me. I've got nothing against them, myself. It's just being dragged along in someone else's business. And I'd really rather not be a slave to something like..." He finally got a good look at the guy's face. "...That."

His hair.

"Your hair," he voice made it quite clear that he was stupefied. "It's like you're balding everywhere but your scalp."

Not that Eren, with his mop that covered a fair portion of his own face, was any better.