"I guess that depends on what you're counting as the welcome." He tilted his head a bit. "The shooting somebody in my apartment, shooting me, stabbing me, beating me, saving my life, or dropping a bunch of bodies outside a national monument. Some of those are a little nicer than others." He was not being serious at this point, but there wasn't much glossing over the fact that their interactions to date hadn't been pleasant, and the nicest one had happened while he was unconscious. "You'd rather I called you a punk? That was your line."