At that, he laughs. It's low, breathy, and rasping - in another context perhaps reminiscent of a ghost story, but in this one it's tinged surprisingly warm and genuine. Apparently he is no more immune to childish whimsy than the next person.

"Brave you are, to think of snaring Troupe Master Grimm! I tell you appearances are deceptive, and your answer is to conceive a plot of entanglement!" He knows full well this is not what they meant by it, but this is an easy pivot into playfulness. Grimm leans forward, peering up at them in conspiracy. "Fearless! In a murkier venue I am not so certain I would escape your watch."

Presented for review: the concept of tag. (A game, a chase, with roles and a victor.) With a twist. (Grimm, mid-leap, with a coil of Shade triumphantly clinging to his leg.)