[He hears the sound, but the meaning is lost on him in the ensuing feeling that comes immediately with her asking that question. Where does he even start with that, he has no idea, so he automatically goes to forcing prickliness to cover up... whatever he just felt.

Frustration, yeah. That was it. Frustration at her Wrong Assessment.]

Ah? When did I say I was worrying about you?!

[He never said anything about it, sure.]

Hey, never said I believed you either. It just sounds like more of that fairy tale crap you keep talkin' about.

...

Tch- Even if you're some kinda witch, it's not like you've done any magical bullshit to me.

[that's where 75% of his dislike of "freak powers" comes from, honestly.]