Being called disgusting doesn't do much except for roll off of him like water from a duck's back. Snake can't take any of Liquid's needling seriously, even if there is a part of him that's rightfully mortified by what he's been turned into. He figures he's still got the higher ground here if he's not planning to go suck anyone's blood.

Then again, he's just about ready to get into a fierce fight with someone who's supposed to be on his side, weak and artificial as that alliance might be, but Liquid's hardly an innocent.

"This isn't about you appreciating anything," Snake counters even as he's shoved back enough that he has to take a couple of stabilizing steps. He still uses his much more intimidating body to block Liquid from going anywhere, personal space very much invaded.

"Don't think I'm letting you go anywhere." Not without one hell of a fight, anyway. Snake isn't going to let there be more blood on his hands because he took his eyes off of his mess of a brother.