The single word reached him through the bond that they shared, and instead of looking startled, he only gave her a slow smirk and a raised eyebrow. She was such a taciturn personality, all piss and vinegar, all fight or flight. He supposed he might have been a little similar if their roles were reversed... but then again, if their roles were reversed, he'd just be a mindless killing machine.

He still braced the bag all the same, chuckling at the energy and force that she put into it. He was not at all dissuaded by her displeasure with him. If anything, it made him want to stick around more.

"Well, I guess the gig is up then, since you know me so well, huh? It's why I'm fully clothed and holding this bag rather than jumping on you and pounding you to the floor," he replied with enough snark to see if he could just annoy her still.