His foot pressed down on the button with far too little give, and his brown creased as he let out a slow breath. The alarm was broken. That was just...perfect.
He lifted his head, and gave a small shrug of his shoulders. "I guess I'm just that lucky. You seem to be a permanent fixture in my life," he drawled, "What do you want?" He tried to keep his expression as engaging as possible, to distract from his reaching for his taser.