A huff. And some more attention to the ice-cream, because no way in the world he's letting that go to waste. With how hot it is, it's also starting to annoyingly melt, and a droplet almost reaches his fingers. Almost.

Once he catches it, like a hungry brat, he's ready to make his statement.

"Don't turn it back on me, partner, I'm serious." For once. And because he's both concerned about Rude and has a stake in not bringing his own actions to the light. They know each other too well and are living too close— no matter how subtle he'd be, Rude is bound to notice.

So he needs to give him something to notice, feathers from neck gone, so he doesn't notice the reddened skin on his shoulder.

"So serious I'm not going to say we can make it match your style— I mean, it can totally be done, but you know. Not the point here—"