Damian is sued to irritating those he speaks to. He recognizes when it happens now and is (somewhat) less likely to attempt to do it on purpose. He's not much more adept than he ever was at sussing out WHY they're annoyed.

"Not particularly," he says finally. "Spar perhaps, I usually enjoy that. Though not with explosives. I just would if it were needed."

Maybe he does also enjoy a genuine fight, but that's irrelevant.

He studies Gokudera for another moment and then shrugs. He's likely been here long enough to make an escape by now. (Thirty minutes counts as attending.) He turns to obey the shooing and leave, squinting against the brighter sunlight in the doorway.