Duo eyed Dick on his left and Kisame on his right and found his hands reaching automatically to check his weapons. It wasn't a calculated insult -- he trusted Dick as much as could be expected, and... well, he didn't like Kisame. But he didn't think the guy would beat him down without a reason.
For a given value of 'reason', anyway.
He twitched his shoulder -- the one without Absinthe on it -- in a shrug, and grinned at Dick. "Definitely blushing. You could make a sunset out of your face. Lots of red."
One disadvantage to being short was that tall guys with long legs made really annoying traveling companions. Duo lengthened his stride and ignored the increasingly noticeable ouch traveling up from his foot. Stupid limp. Stupid priest. "What urchins?" he asked Kisame. "Like a street gang?"