[ ...It's another unfortunate trait of a soldier to be so malleable, in spite of his hard outer shell.

Perhaps he was a bit harsh. He doesn't really intend to go anywhere that should be so frightfully perilous. Not really. His round, tin shoulders sag just a fraction, and he frowns. ]

...I'm going to the other side of the city, where the circus is. If you're allowed to go that far, I guess you can tag along.

[ It might not be the worst possible thing to have someone around who should know the city a little better, anyway. Even if she is just a kid.

For good measure, though, he adds in afterthought: ] I'm not on any adventure, though.

[ He'll still have to be back before his absence is noticed, after all. ]