[He doesn't know. He's still not fully willing to admit he needs a cleric, such is his pride, but the rational part of his brain (shockingly, it does exist) knows he does. He doesn't know what classes people have. He knows some that have magic, but not what kind. Still, surely it would be easier to lower himself to asking someone else that wasn't Alex.

Granted, he wouldn't have to ask anyone for help if he just let Alex do whatever he's doing. But it just feels wrong. He doesn't want to owe his thanks to this boy. But he's not going to be talked out of it by normal means. He needs to try another tact.]

You know.
[Slowly, methodically.]

If someone wanted to kill you, feigning injury to lure you in and then striking while you're distracted would be an excellent way to do it. You already proved how gullible you are with that entire "Monica Bellucci" incident, wasn't it?