"What was that?" The eating hearts, the terribly presence, Cassian's self-pity? All of the above? Sanzo didn't give a shit about Cassian himself or his motivations, he was a potential threat. A threat that could make trouble for Sanzo sooner or later. Best not to wait until it got to that point.

The gun was tucked away into a sleeve and his arms disappeared into the sleeves as well. It would give him a regal look, with his white robes, arms crossed but hidden... if not for the ever-present scowl.