Looking down when he felt Zira shift, he adjusted his weight to take one of his feet and kick the Fallen's leg to an awkward angle, removing the friction.
"What did I just sssay?" He hissed in frustration, feeling his hand move almost without his knowledge to shove Zira off of him roughly, taking a step back. The anger that boiled in him was more intense, sharper than it had been before, likely due to his own slip Down, from the Grey he'd been living in to the Black he was supposed to be. Still, he had enough of his... 'better' self left to not want to hurt the Fallen over what had started as a game.