[ At this point, despite all the water-slinging and jacuzzi-destroying, Ruggie hasn't actually done anything to land himself in the dangerous zone of J's shit list. Riiiight up until he calls the archduke of Hell, petty and vain to the nines, "Big Man."

The smile plastered across his face as J moves to stand doesn't seem to read as friendly. ]

Hmm, I must have misheard you just now. [ If Ruggie doesn't move faster than J's arm does as it reaches out towards the top of his head, then the demon is sure to catch one of Ruggie's fluffy ears in a pinch between long fingers. Those are some cute little ears you've got, Ruggie. It'd be a shame if you lost them. ]

Because that is not my name. [ If he's got that ear in his grip, he's sure to give a few slight tugs on it to get his point across. ]

Call me J, not whatever egregious nickname that's popped into your head on the fly.