[His eyebrow lowers when he hears Poe say "we", going more into a furrow than not. His eyes fall to that finger, which gets an even more agitated stare, until Poe finally spits out what he's building up to.
Guzma's expression doesn't change, all he does is tilt his head to the side a little.]
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Guzma's expression doesn't change, all he does is tilt his head to the side a little.]
Didn't put out no open invitation, yo.
[Crossing his arms, he faces Poe more fully.]
Besides, you'd probably just slow me down.