"I can and should handle a gun," he has to make that clear first, voice pitched low from the pout and arms barely crossed over his chest. He even gives her a sideeye that gives way to a wide eyed look. He's quick to shift gears, here.

"What? Really? You mean we can go shove their heads up their own asses now?" He'd be wagging his tail if he was a puppy. Because as you can see while he enjoys this adorable, annoying company almost nothing is more important than bashing heads in. Since he isn't going to get the 2nd most important thing might as well move on.