Syzoth hissed in return at your snide remarks about his appearance, his deep green eyes narrowing in your direction "Shut up." he said, the 'S' being dragged out in his words. He didn't need your attitude or disrespect at the moment, or any moment. The only reason he didn't fight you over it is because he would ruin your pretty face. He hated that you could rile him up so easily. Even if he joked about it- the thumping in his heart wouldn't cease around you and your coy words.