"Oooh my god, do you even remember your own reputation you dingus?" Spin asks fussing over the wrist Tarn had touched like it'd been irreversibly damaged.

Admittedly, the heli didn't really care about Tarn's reputation, he just hated having his hand-areas touched without his consent and especially so roughly. He likes his hands, goddamnit!

Spinister comes out of his offended wrist rubbing in time to see Tarn beckoning him over.

He doesn't come over.

He doesn't give Tarn a moment of his time.

He does, however, glare impotently.