There's a shift in Floyd's expression, subtle at first but growing stronger as he tilts his head towards Azul; that more serious and almost unhinged look he's capable of appearing, one that was normal when he starts to lose his temper at something. It reflects in his voice too, becoming a more stable and with less of those longer notes he adds to his words.

"Like when all your contracts got destroyed and you overblotted and you had to recover afterwards?" It's almost a warning, that Azul was pushing him too far now.

But it's over in a second, Floyd back to being Floyd, his expression returning back to that more neutral, general happiness he puts on. "Fiiiinee~ whatever. I guess at least it wouldn't be boring if stuff like that happens here randomly." He raising his hands to link them behind his head as he walked, kicking his legs out more with each step on his fully unhurt, capable of easily moving, legs. You know, what Azul can't do right now...