Bugs crosses his arms; he'll toy a bit with the idea. While getting lost would be nice it's also not very nice to leave a man, er troll bleeding. Natural occurrence or not, who knew what could happen if someone else came across Summoner. Not that the guy couldn't handle himself but it'd be easier with an extra set of hands.

"Kid, I sat tru everyone of Clark Gable's pictures." He shmirked and leaned back again, putting his hands behind his head, "That was not enjoyable." He closed his eyes and shrugged. He'd leave but only if it was what Lysu wanted. For the trolls sake not just to keep Bugs' stomach from ending up in his throat.

"And dat guy still beat me at the Academy Awards. People have no taste."