There. There's that look, that silent coaxing. Neil understands that he's to play along, and rather than ruin whatever fun and purpose Alex is attempting to achieve, Neil acquiesces. He gives in further to the exasperation, now appearing properly annoyed.

You better not be trolling, Alex Seattle Geer.

"That's no reason to blow his head off," Neil argues, lessening his hold. "He probably didn't mean to interrupt." Interrupting them pressing lips together passionately, that is. It reminds him of that first time, of a certain ghoul stumbling in.

Ugh. Just ugh.