As waylaid as his thoughts are by the idea of her stripping naked in prison, there's too much else to consider right now. He seems like he's on the verge of getting violent, but her words manage to draw him back enough that he holds back any further obscenities - and instead just pounds his palm against the cell bars in frustration, his chains clanging against them. With that small act of defiance out of the way, he focuses on her entirely.

"The same as you, apparently," he growls. He can't help but glance to see what her symbol is... he has been pointedly avoiding learning what any of them mean, but Himeka is admittedly the first person that he could actually compare off of personal knowledge to gauge how astute they actually are. "It seems that wayward summoners are more common than we thought."

Granted, the summoner of the first had been much more polite, even if ostensibly more erradic.

"They've dragged us here and branded us heretics for whatever godsforsaken reason."

He's been angry this entire time, but now that this fate is being inflicted on someone other than himself that he cares about, it's harder for him to hold it back.