[Because like hell if he's telling her that he doesn't trust her, even though its kind of a given. Dersites.
He glances toward the pile and grits his teeth, one ear twitching spastically at the sound of all the ticking. This is going to suck.]
Yeah, I ain't got all day.
[He doesn't bother teleporting this time -- he'll need to save that for moving the clocks. It'd make it much faster, and if there were any grandfather clocks involved, it'd be the only way he could move them without looking like a complete weakling.
He stands by the pile and waits to be directly. Grumpily. TICKING.]