Yoko growls and cries out in pain as he hit the wooden planks hard. He felt blood beading on his forehead. Looking up at him...and smirks. Yes...just smirks as if something was funny. Sitting up and then stands. "No." he says with a dark smile. "You must be hard of hearing. Or you just aren't used to someone telling you those to letters of -n- and -o-." he says. Cracking his neck and shrugs it off. "That the best you got?" he asks smartassedly. "You hit like a chick. My mother hit harder than you asshole." he says. His eyes sparkling with clear amusement. He found this amusing yet not at all intimidating. Pain was just a game after all...the more you learned to play with it...the easier it was to cope with it. His eyes held fear there too but it was mostly amusement. Showing he absolutely was refusing to bow down to Shawn.