Eridan toyed with the end of his scarf, which he was wearing even though he was otherwise dressed in hospital whites. It was like a security blanket.

"Wwell, there's no reason wwhy you should think less a me," he said archly, then sighed. "I knoww I'vve got nothin' to really wworry about because a that, but I'm not used to bein' thought of as a highblood. I don't knoww howw to act properly. Anywway, Sol is here, and he's not exactly inclined to let me get too far out a line and abovve my station. That fuckin' asshole wwill wwant me kept loww, evven if he's the only yelloww-blood wwho's puttin' on airs." He grimaced. "If wwe go back to my wworld, it'll matter howw I treat him noww."