He didn't care what bickering the man came up with to throw his way. He had been told to deal with the kid and he had done so. Poor baby and his insanely low heat tolerance. No wonder he and Vexen never got along, being literal fire and ice.
"I'm gonna go find II and shake the munny out of his boney ass if I have to. He owes me for the stuff he stole earlier. Might as well get him to buy me a new coat." A disgruntled snort followed his finger swirling around emphatically in the large slashed open portion of his coat breast.