Corvo can feel his eyebrow raising higher and higher as the dwarf spoke. He had thought the Outsider was eccentric, but--well. He supposed that each world needed their own handful of that sort of people. He slowly walks over to the sack that he had procured, and pulls a perfectly unpunctured potato out of it, holding it out to the dwarf.

"I've been informed that it's generally frowned upon in the Inquisition to use people for target practice." He explains airily, as if this were something that could not be generally assumed. "In the meantime, I need to practice on something that the bolts will be able to penetrate, without destroying the item, so I can gauge how successful the hit is. If you have suggestions that wouldn't land me in the dungeon, I'm welcome to hear them."