"What are you doing there, idiot girl?" he asked her, two months later, standing at the edge of a cliff which she was hanging on, barely. Unsurprisingly, he was dead serious.
"What does it look like, maggot boy? I'm about to fall into my untimely death, so move your extremely attractive butt and save me already!"
Paul responded to this by ignoring her and turning on his heel to go away. Dawn instantly started wailing.
"YOU FIEND," she cried. "YOU HEARTLESS JERKWAD. LETTING A YOUNG GIRL JUST DIE LIKE THIS—HOW CAN YOU EVEN LIVE WITH YOURSELF—"
She was cut off by Paul, who had heaved a very dramatic groan and was now proceeding to summon Torterra. Reluctantly, he ordered the plant-type to use Vine Whip and pull her back to the ground. Dawn found he acted suspiciously indifferent and unwilling as he did so, but decided to kindly let it go, since he had saved her, after all.
"Thanks a lot, Torterra," she breathed out, as soon as his ranks had put her down, and smiled at her saviour gratefully. The pokémon growled throatily, satisfied with his work. "You, too, Paul," she then said, as the addressed boy called Torterra back into his pokéball. "I begin to believe you're not as badass as you give yourself, which is kind of worrisome, but, yeah, anyway, thank you."
Instead of answering, he settled on glaring at her.
"If only you smiled more …"
Predictably, Paul said nothing and simply strode away, his face displaying an interesting mix between disgust and imminent murder.