Blitzø is well aware that this is exactly like some stupid fucking cowboy schtick, and therefore exactly Striker's scene, because apparently he can't even have a fucking horse riding lesson now without needing to keep his guard up. He was only grateful that apparently they both understood that involving the horses themselves was Too Far and this had ended up somewhere else.

The downside of that was that there was sweet fuck all for him beyond a lot of sand, which yeah he could use that a bit but there's only so much throwing shit in someone's face will get you. So that left the backup plan, which was also usually the only plan: irritate the shit out of Striker and hope that he fucked up enough for him to get an opening.

"Christ on a stick you're a needy fucker. Are you still mad that I didn't take your deal and fuck you like you wanted back at the Harvest Moon Festival?"

His gaze flicks over Striker and, without warning, Blitzø throws himself towards the other imp. "Come to daddy, bitch!"