[Ah. He can't even properly stare down Ukoku for that look because he's being grabbed. So, he's dragged out of the kitchen by this very small man, and by the time they reach the next room, his feet stumble out of their pathetic hiding spot.

Frowning, he reaches for Hazel's wrist. Lowering his voice, he speaks quickly.] For the record, I didn't remember this at all until I saw his face just now. But don't worry! I can take care of it! Would you like me to send him flying?

[Will he receive mercy at the whispered offer of a kick? He thinks not, but he sure is going to try anyway.]