The eyshadow--? Oh, that. He didn't even bother picking it back up, but he does spare it a cursory glance. Pink. Bright pink. It reminded him of Szayel's goddamn hair.

"Nah," he says. "Ain't my color."

When she starts to swing the rope, he stretches an arm above his head before he brings it down to proudly show her his middle finger.

"Bring it on, bitch. I'd like t'see you try and tie me down."

He had a plan in mind already.