He returns the glare with a pointed look of his own, though it's sans ire. Lazarus, as a rule, tends to be pretty good at keeping a cap on his kneejerk emotional reactions. He's no robot, but sometimes in contrast with Misa, he could pass for at least a realistic android, just like he's a regular hothead at times when compared with Nathan.

"Our relationship is largely defined by my encouraging him," he mumbles, fully aware that it's beside the point. "...but I'm serious. Touching them turns them into things that are presumably from where our Others came from."