[ A shiver runs down his spine at the prospect of being dumped as a toy, but a part of him doesn't believe Tyki would actually go for it. His profiling senses aren't quite firing on all cylinders just yet but he's aware of the damage he could make with a few choice words and even more so... Tyki wouldn't pass up the satisfaction, would he? After all those months with only Kitty between them?
He draws a breath to steady himself. Alright. Let's scrape together a sliver of backbone. ]
I'm sure I'd manage. I mean, you're doing just fine, aren't you? [ Yes good. Insults are always the way to go. ]