[This is the snort he always gives when you text him some ridiculous thing that's so very Strider. It's short and sharp and barely air passing through sharp teeth. Which become mildly visible when he curls up his lip in a crooked smirk.]

Might've been easier on you if you'd gotten here pre-searin'-red-god gig. Or not, who the fuck even knows anymore.

[He shrugs.]

Sure as hell didn't expect you to ditch the godly garb an' come here to watch movies, though.

[Mostly because that's essentially what he did, sans ditching godly garb since he lacks said godly garb. But if he'd had a searing red godly garb you can be sure he'd have ditched it.]

You're startin' to think like me, Jade, and that's shitty business, let me tell you.