Trowa slowly stood up once Wufei was no longer approaching him with the intent of running him through, careful not to make any sudden movements lest the other decide it was a good idea to turn him back into a living candle.

"You attacked me," he snapped, more than a little verbal ice crowding around the obvious reply. It was somewhat easier for him than most people not to take such things as an insult as the name didn't belong to him in the first place, but still, the point remained that he had been about to enter his apartment with nothing more in mind than a good doze when Wufei had chosen to blast him out of the blue. He folded his arms, careful to mind his hands until they could stop stinging, and added, "Being brought here gives everyone unusual talents--that was mine."

Trowa rarely chose to speak in a manner that wasn't mostly calm. It was generally saved for more important incidents. Like being greeted with a faceful of flamethrower instead of the standard 'hello'.