He grimaced, body not pleased with this development, and he glared at the eyes, similar to his own. It was strange to remember there was a man behind the mask. "Needed some space. Dad's a bit moody," he said with a mockingly pleasant voice.
He twisted absently in his grasp, but it was all rather futile. He strained to alleviate some of the pressure of being held like this, glowering. For once he wasn't up to something, and of course there was no way anyone would believe him.