"Whatever it is. This thing needs to go." He spoke after a long moment of silence, patting something from inside his sleeve. One could only assume he meant the medallion. I have something I need to be doing and I can't have you tagging along just because you can't go too far away from me. It's inconvenient and an interruption of personal space." It seemed he was going back to his firmer, rougher state. He huffed around his unlit cigarette, turning towards the door. "I want you to understand something. I'm not doing this because we're friends or anything. I don't<i>do</i>friends. I'm going to go take a look at this now. Don't interrupt me. And if it brings some kind of unwanted backlash, I'm going to kill you." There was a heavy air of multiple meaning to his words. Everything up to this point likely supported the concept in that a lot of what he said wasn't quite untrue, but also never quite entirely accurate.