[His eyes move from Hans' face to his hand as he places it against his chest (What could be said? It's kind of melodramatic...) but other than a particular little twist to one of his curls, he says nothing on that. Instead-]

Oh, I suppose. Providing gummy fish can bleed, of course.

[There's an implication to that. And:]

It's your dream. I guess you get to decide how grisly it'll be.