"Haha, maybe?" If Gokudera was repeating things back at him, that was never a good sign. Better to deny. Maybe.

He'd put up with the frog blood, though, somehow. Even if he did grimace a little when he caught them. The screeching outside grew louder and he drew in a deep breath, trying to ignore the smell of the blood which was almost worse than how it looked. He really didn't want to do this again, either, but that meant letting the bird get damn close before he did anything, and he just wasn't a fan. Why couldn't they go back to easy jobs?

Right, because they were stupid, possibly suicidal, and really good at what they did.

Second-best sword in hand, best sword in its case on his back, and tags ready, he waited. This was probably one of those 'only get one chance' situations. "Wish me luck?"