[ He'd always been the one who'd managed to hold his calm despite Claude having gained the upper hand. In some days that was admirable. For now, it was irritating. Almost as if that calm the other demon had brought over despite his injuries was mocking. But then, wasn't this the tone their dance had been set to? Mockery, the clash of silverware, the occasional near track into wire bondage.
But it's that question that sends him bristling. Who are you? How dare he? After their heated arguments, after all he'd been through tracking down the meal Sebastian had marked as his. It sent the barest glint back in his eyes and a furrow to his brow. How. Dare. He.
But he hides his rage in a subtle shake of his shoulders born from a low mad laugh. ]
...Who... am I...? Has your arrival rendered you daft? How could you forget? No... How DARE you forget...?
[ But he's reeling in the crazy for two minutes, straightening up and adjusting his glasses. Personal space is no big deal. Besides, he's taller. Height advantages always worked. ]
But I suppose I reintroduction is in order. Lest you forget again.