"Anger? You're assuming I care that much. I'm not here to make friends."

Yet the human was still holding tightly to his arm... well, what else had he expected? It was never so easy to convince the stubborn. Naesala briefly scowls, shrugging the strap off of his arm and pushing the bag towards him.

"If you insist on turning this in to the Sentry, so be it! But you'd better not delay, little human. The owner of these goods will be wanting them back, and I'm sure they won't be nearly as accommodating as I am. Do you understand?" Naesala's tone was more serious now than it had been throughout their entire conversation. Taking off with the drugs himself hadn't been such a risk when he had the means and ability to fight off an attacker. He didn't expect it would be nearly so easy for a human with 'good eyesight'.