"You were talking about an axe!" says the entity that is absolutely not a baby. No babies here, goddammit. He follows that with a huff, eyes wandering to Charlie, and then over to Arthur. He knows that given the situation, he's pretty settled to 'shit just happens' as a matter of course, but he's not sure how well Charlie is dealing with it.

"Fine, go ahead, wash away."

He'll hold out the tentacle for him.