There's a part of him that feels the sting of offense at being doubted. But likely he set the trend earlier, when he was unwilling to admit the truth for fear of it being discarded as unwanted. And really, later when he has a chance to be honest with himself, he'll realize being unwanted is what he fears. Not physically, but period. Being discarded, alone.

He's not in a contemplative mood though. No, he's rolling in high emotion now, passion's heat flickering into something else at what sounds like an accusation. "D-Diversion!" he huffs, "But, you kissed me first!"

He's too busy being huffy and squirming, trying to free his hands, pelvic span bumping against Deadlock's, to react immediately to the grounder's grab at the paper. Oops. He could have played that better, most likely.