[He crosses his arms, neck flushing with embarrassment. Worse than reacting badly in public was when someone called him out it in, calling attention to the fact he was scared. It felt like an unkind reminder that just as much of his problems with robots lay in fear, not just anger. And he was too damn proud to want to admit he was afraid.

It leads him to nearly growl out his next words, the embarrassment making him feel wrong footed and frustrated.]

You didn't startled me, geez. [Liar, liar.] Why would I be scared of you? Just don't go around touching people like that.

[It's hypocritical of him and he knows it. He never cares about invading other's space for a laugh.]

You're going to have to realize I have no reason to believe you on that. Any of it. Besides, the rules are just about killing, right? There's a lot of bad stuff that's still legal here.