"What?" His grin flickers, full of glee. "MISUNDERSTANDING? There ain't no kind of misunderstanding going on here, bro. The Dolorosa wouldn't have nothing to say. You just need help, don't you? That's alright," He breathes out a fluttering sigh, and leans down, putting pressure on Lelouch's hand. "We're partners, aren't we? I'll help you out." He takes one clawed finger, and places it against Lelouch's forehead. Tap. Tap. "You sure you can't do it yourself?" He laughs.