That does get a sharp, severe look from him. He's well acquainted with the idea of teasing, but this woman clearly knew what she was doing when she was following him, and really, he has about had it up to here with the nonsense. He has stopped vacating the area, and in fact, is looking at her quite sternly now, well aware of what that phrase means, even if the rest of the language these young hooligans has developed may bewilder him at times.

"Since I feel you need to be reminded, you came to me with no greeting, no hello, not even a note of your presence. You only started following me. Then, when I wasn't falling down at your feet with acceptance of your actions, you started singing to me in songs, part of the lyrics were, as I recall, words telling me that you would follow me until I love you."

By this time, his tail is lashing in irritation. Califleur, well versed in her master's anger, is sitting to the side, watching with wide eyes. She's not going to get in the middle of this, but she hopes Isabel can deal, and she gives a worried chuff, as if it will do any of them any good. Still, Kuja presses on, hands on his hips. "I understand it may be difficult to contain yourself in my presence, but please. Show a little decorum. You're making quite the spectacle of yourself, and I've had enough of it."