[HE'S KICKIN, HE'S KICKIN. Not that it's doing much good... He probably looks more like a flailing, tantruming toddler than a ferocious sword trying to battle his way to freedom.]

You're the one who started it! That was aaall you!! [SHOVING AT HIS SHOULDERS. He's wary of the hand closer to the Nue though, considering he's still marginally concerned it might take a snap at his fingers in its excitement.]

I hope you know you're like, totally gonna be the one responsible for our laundry after this. No way am I cleaning up your mess!