... Mn. [ Willingly expending more energy hardly seems worth it now when he’s already forced to play a side game of hunger management. But despite his initial grumbling, he bares his teeth just slightly. There might be something there, a subtle, growing spark — until he just bites down hard on what's left of the Rawst berry. ]

Eh. Don't think a berry's enough to pull that out of me. [ At least, not while he's feeling more complacent than heated. He shrugs, careful not to move his injured arm too much. ] Whatever. I have enough electric moves as is, and I'm not bothering with fire, on principle.

[ He laughs a little to himself, reaching for his bottle back. ]