[ He manages to meet her gaze for a moment at that attempt at banter before giving a low exhale. Though the corners of his lips do lift in a faint smirk, it's not of the mocking variety. There's no real derision in his voice, either, when he mutters, ]

That's not it, dummy.

[ He looks away again after uttering that chiding insults, though this time it's only so he can look towards the mace he has hanging at his belt. It's not a bladed weapon, but some of the edges at the head of it are sharp enough to serve his purposes; he furrows his brow as he presses his thumb to one of those jagged edges, then swipes it across just hard enough to leave a gash.

Gen doesn't hesitate at all before leaning forward to squeeze some of his blood onto Misa's shard. And it's only after those few drops have landed that he says, quietly: ]

You know I'm not on that side right now, right? [ No. He knows she hadn't known. Misa isn't the type that would have feigned ignorance without a very good reason, and he can't think of why she might have played dumb about something like this. But at least in this moment, he can play along and pretend she knew the whole time. ] So going to Highstorm too much is a bit ...

[ -- difficult. Not that he's going to voice that word. Gen only sighs before holding out his own shard in his palm, meeting Misa's eyes to gauge her reaction as he continues at a controlled neutral, ]

... I'd only do it 'cause you ask me to, you know.