[There's that spark of relief again, but aurrghghh! It's gone when the Summoner goes back to being some emotionless wreck or something he's not even sure and man, he's just getting angrier looking at him. He won't allow the Summoner to stand, and he stomps a foot down dangerously close to his body, looming over him with a look of murderous intent in his eyes. This was becoming...dangerously...platonic.

A large hand comes down and pins him down by a shoulder, his claws digging into his skin, but not enough to pierce just yet. It's just a reminder saying, if you move, it will hurt.]

You, motherfucker. Are getting all up on my nerves today, even more than motherfucking usual. Shit's just not right, you know? To think, that I even had a motherfucking working cell in my thinkpan, because clearly I was all sorts of motherfucking WRONG. You had me there for a while, motherfucker, with your bullshit revolutionary machismo and all that other shit. I motherfucking thought--

[and arrghghjfh he can't finish, so he slugs the Summoner in the face. Come on, do something!]