[Okay, that's more like what he's used to. Yusuke knows how to deal with that. The residual discomfort is hard for him to shake at first, though, and his response is initially delivered in a mutter as he glances somewhere off-camera, visibly abashed.]

Yeah, well...

[And then, with a bit of concentrated effort, Yusuke looks back at the camera, slaps on what ends up being a marginally less bratty version of his Tough Guy expression, and asks Blake, at a normal pitch and with the usual note of sarcasm in his voice:]

What the hell did you expect, a nugget of wisdom? I can dig out the fortune I got from this cookie the other day, if you're feeling desperate for advice.