He almost manages to get something like, "Depends who's asking." out of his mouth, full of snark and lack of real answers. But the guy that seems to think he has any right whatsoever to take up residence in a space that close to Leonard's personal bubble keeps going and the thief goes from mildly amused to irrationally annoyed in 0.2 seconds.
He slowly turns his head to look at him for the first time, expression a carefully crafted mix of annoyance and incredulity. "You know," the drawl that often accompanies his words is thicker than usual, more persona than person in the moment, "if you're going to use a moniker at someone, you should at least get it right."
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He slowly turns his head to look at him for the first time, expression a carefully crafted mix of annoyance and incredulity. "You know," the drawl that often accompanies his words is thicker than usual, more persona than person in the moment, "if you're going to use a moniker at someone, you should at least get it right."