Noble is not exactly a common Driftish adjective but the swordmech tries, he really tries.

"Others?" Drift really is oblivious sometimes. And even if he reads an alternate meaning into any of that, clearly it's his own over active wishful thinking. "I can appreciate forwardness. Just...not beyond the first 'no thanks'."

And seriously, what says 'no thanks' better than a sword blade to the midsection? This thing really should take a hint. Drift's getting antsy now, because Ugly here is between him and a reunion with Wing. He steps it up, sweeping around the jet with arcing cuts that pass through all the little offshoots, bisecting them completely. And given the howl from the strange mouth of the adult, Wing's hit something vital.