"Yeah? I'm not 'your' Shisui so it probably wasn't necessary to tell me 'I' committed suicide and left you missing 'me' for four years." It was a sore topic with him; one he'd rather not think about. "And wow what makes you think I'd go around messing with the little people? I mean, maybe I'd do something about them trying to be all familiar with me -- if everyone around here is like you -- but I don't think I'd send their heads rolling with a poke of my fingers or something." He sent a few heads rolling back on that mission he was on three years ago. Shhh, don't ask. Madara had taught him how to do that.

At the invitation, however, he shrugged, still suspicious, and opted to slide down and sit against the rock for a moment to try and adjust his pants leg instead, rolling it up and accidentally peeling a good chunk of skin along with it. "Whoops-a-daisy..." Shisui barely felt any pain at all, and he hadn't even flinched or noticed his leg until he saw the pink and blood and fluid seeping out. Not feeling pain was definitely not a good thing under these circumstances...