The blond teen in front of you is far from happy to be here, a near permanent scowl etched on his young face. His nose only wrinkles further in a show of distaste as he sees you. He crosses his arms over his chest which at least means he isn't going to immediately blow you up while his crimson eyes narrow into sharp slits. He doesn't respond with immediate hostility either, since you haven't pissed him off beyond just the usual fact you exist. His words sound more like a displeased huff than any actual insult "Stop lookin' at me like that"