Dirk assumes, honestly, that Shiro's response is a the natural result of dealing with Dirk. It's an assumption based on as much physical experience as Dirk has with people--that is to say, a few short years of celebrity godhood, plus a single-digit quantity of volatile but ultimately declining relationships with his peers.

He's difficult. He knows that. Has always known it. So nothing is off there.

Dirk doesn't even acknowledge the lumbering kaiju looming over this man like an overly-protective boyfriend. He also doesn't waste any time on Shiro's noodling about Rotoms or situational awareness.

"Nah. So did you make it yourself?" Why the fuck does he care? A very good question.

He knows why. Fuck it.

"It's so sleek."