It isn't angry; if anything, it sounds like there's an exasperation not so much with Quentin's choice of locations but in the fact that Eggsy's staying hard for all of it. It gets a bit of a chuckle out of Quentin. He strikes him in the same spot, easy precision in a simulation like this. He can't miss.

He hits the other one next, twice, just like the first. No sense leaving him lopsided. Then he steps up to Eggsy, not quite touching but almost. Enough that he can feel the heat radiating off of him.

"You're doing very good," Quentin praises, voice soft and kind, maybe a little patronizing. "We should probably turn you around."