"That's why I wanted to know if I should have a way to snap you out of it," Ulysse shrugs, continuing to watch Rook's face closely to make sure he's not going to accidentally upset the man. The fighter is clearly still torn up about the accident and thinks he's dangerous, even if Ulysse himself is fast coming to the opinion that Rook is definitely not a killer. "I've seen men go berserk when pushed enough, and I don't want you coming up for air and finding blood on your hands."

Chewing thoughtfully on his next mouthful of gumbo, he glances over behind the bar, still pondering over things. "... Should I keep a bucket of ice water ready to throw on you?"