Well - the fact that he wasn't bleeding profusely out of his face anymore might be a good indicator of his current mood towards people named Spinister. Maybe.

Regardless, he forces the door open, trying to squeeze in the widening gap.

"Wait- I'm not going to hurt you - Hf." He clumsily pulls his leg free from a tangle of equipment in a very un-warlord-like fashion. Something definitely falls out of place clatters to the ground. Oops.

He lifts a hand,"We just need to talk."