Reaper lets out a huff of a sigh, pressing a thumb to his brow for a brief moment and forcing himself to relax by a few degrees. Dropping his hand to his side, he then turns to face Anders and his teasing with a faint wry smile. He is being entirely serious after all (for many reasons), but that doesn’t mean he isn’t self aware of it or can’t get a better hold of himself and his frustration.

“I dropped out of a magical tear into a different world. Weapons biting people wouldn’t be surprising right now.” The wryness also manages to make it’s way into his tone.