Kougaiji snorted, grudgingly giving into that, assumably false, mirth that John practically broadcasted. He glanced at the grinning idiot through his crimson bangs and grimaced.

"It better be small then," he demanded, a hint of playfulness tinting his tone of voice even if he was dead serious. "Just so you know, if the next time I see you, you'll be sporting a black eye in the width of your face, I'll be sorely tempted to give you another one." Like he could in this condition.