[ the approach of the doctor causes fyodor to sigh, he uncurls from his seat and leans forward. his hand moves to rest on the counter tapping in a seemingly erratic and meaningless way as if he's annoyed.

to dazai: i would bet on my clown. and do calm down, darling dazai-i will help, but you can't leash them all down. ]

For God's sake, we are all reasonable people, are we not? What is it you want in return for balancing the scales, doctor?

[ he leans back briefly to make sure nikolai is well and still behind him. thankfully sigma is in front so fyodor makes a grab of dazai's hand therefore rendering his ability useless. ] See? I'm willing to compromise.

[ he's virtually defenseless like this in a room of people who want him dead except for maybe dazai. he hopes the significance of the act is clear enough to the rest. ]