Skull made silent note of the posture, taking a step closer as if to loom over the shorter 'bot with green optics peering from the blackness of those eye-sockets of his. He knew he made for a terrifying sight and was more than happy to use that.

"One of the few things," accompanied by a puffing of black smoke, arms down at his sides. Relaxed, "Pretty your rusty mug back up after Hare gotta hold of you."

Just seeing how sore of a spot that might be.