[ His expression sours for a second as he rolls his shoulders. ]

Why do I get the feeling you’re gonna enjoy this a whole lot more than I will?

[ But he shakes out his hands, rolls out his neck, and falls into a defensive stance. The expression on his face reads as wary, though he knows Gamora wouldn’t intentionally hurt him.

She’d prove a point, or whatever she’s calling it, certainly, but she wouldn’t hurt him.

... Right? ]

Just— go easy on me, okay? Not all of us in here are Speedy Gonzalez-fast.