( That cracking sound is familiar— but he doesn't have the time to react to it before he's grabbed. With an undignified yelp, he's dropped at Chobe's feet, stunned and completely pissed.

Ow?? His heart is racing now, which kind of feels like an outdated little pump being made to run in overdrive, and being on the floor is such a shock that it takes him a moment before he's pressing his palms to the floor to push himself up. )

You have some nerve...

( Glowering at Chobe as he picks himself up, he huffs out his outrage, dusting himself off as he stands. )

Points for not running, you say, as you criticized my work the last times. What is your problem? Some of us have delicate bodies, you know? I'll have you torched for that, you...

( His desire for vile insults mixes with the more princely habits of his tongue, leaving him to just make this sort of frustrated little tense noise as he finishes his dusting off with a little stomp of his foot. Like an angry rabbit... )

Whatever! Just tell me what you were talking about so I can move on.