Gojyo reels back, his expression flashing from surprise, to disgust (use the bucket, man, geez), to anger.

"Whaddya mean, no?" he asks incredulously. The world is throbbing around him, threatening to knock his feet out from under him at any moment, but nothing helps him pull his shit together faster than a confrontation. The rose keeps drawing his attention, though -- it's hard for him to look away from it. "I'm not gonna sit here and..." He really can't look away from the rose. "...and talk about this shit with you."