Red Son has insecurities a mile deep. Neurosis and anxiety and self doubts that loved to play on a loop hours at a time. But he was also someone who failed thousands upon thousands of times and dragged himself to the next experiment even as he doubted his own ability.

He was more than affected.

But he knew who was talking to him and it wasn't someone who could get the knife into his heart even as it manages to graze his ribs and that made all the difference between frozen, unable to dodge a fist, and ready to try and outrun Wukong. It was better to be angry than frozen.

Red Son moved to step in front of her again. "Oh, don't know how to get under the skin of a child, My Lady?" He said, the smirk more teeth and a mix of anger and danger. "You'll have to do better than that, I'm not letting you walk away with what's mine." He growled, arm going around her waist again.