He stares back at Ryo, then looks away and scoffs, but less harshly. "Could have started out saying five whatevers, that's less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, right?" His worry stretched into delaying for shichen, and hours seemed way too much. Or maybe that was his impatience, or a blend of both.

He does continue redressing himself, picking at the lacerations in his clothes and their drying stains with a wrinkled nose after adjusting his waistband to tighten again. He'd prefer not to hang around half dressed even if he'll be changing that situation when he needs to shift; that's unnecessary.

"I can fly through, yeah. Probably could on sword, too, but I don't have mine here."