[ By a simple chance alone, he barely managed to catch that pistol when it was thrown at him, staring at it bemusedly before his gaze ticked upward to the Spaniard a bit in shock. ]

What? It's n-not the same, i-idiot!

[ He never meant it rudely, saying it more out of habit than anything else, but he exhales a breath and just gets a good hold on the gun and holds it out as if he was going to shoot his captain. Managing to do so without his hand shaking, which was a feat in itself.

Damn it he's going to prove a point. Somehow. ]

You gave me the gun and now I could shoot you where you stand. I could make it so you couldn't go after that Arthur bastard...