[He can tell that struck a nerve, but he doesn't care. Not really. He is, however, surprised when Archie grabs him and starts to pull him along. Not liking that, not one bit.

But they need to get going, so he deals with it for a few seconds, before he grabs Archie's wrist pretty damn tightly. Like, real damn tight, dude gives iron grip a new meaning. Golisopod is following behind them, keeping a keen eye out for anyone who might intend to bring them trouble.]

Let go, I can follow ya just fine without being dragged like some punk kid.

[And he will follow, even when Archie lets go, because he's definitely in need of somewhere to lay low, and Archie apparently knows this place pretty damn well.]

Don't think I've been there, but Golisopod would like that. He ain't so used to being so mainland.