"Hm. Very well," The Hare frowned, still seeming wary, "I suppose this once, I'll trust you. Break the curse, then."
Static repeated the process from before, the heart glowing as The Hare crossed his arms, looking away. After a moment of silence, he mumbled, "I suppose sometimes, we need structure in life. Hm..." He glanced back the Static, "Before you go, and now that I see you are not lying... You would be doing me a greater favour if you helped the Dormouse, as well."
The Hare shook his head, sighing, "The only thing that motivates him is food, now... It's wretched trying to get a decent conversation from him anymore."