"Dickhead," is Sanzo's reply, and is that... that's a smile! Well, a smirk. Whatever.

He can smell Devero's fear on him, so he adds as he pull the katana from its scabbard, "This is still a fucking Tuesday. At least these assholes don't talk."

It's a small silver lining, not hearing 'Sanzo! Hand over the sutra or die!' for fucking once. But they'll either live through it or they won't, and he plans to give the enemy hell either way.

Which... yes. Is a very normal day for him. It's there in his easy body-language as he gives the sword a testing whirl, and then the enemy rushes in.