[The ridiculous accent is dropped pretty much immediately, despite the disguise still securely in place. It might even sound familiar, though with the magic in effect, Guzma won't be able to place it. The man's still not intimidated in the least, going with the grab of his shirt almost as though he'd fully expected it to happen. There's no worry in his features, even more evident with what comes out of his mouth next.]

I don't know, I thought it was pretty fitting, in a dead-end alley like that. Call me an opportunist.

[He cocks his head slightly to the side, oddly intense eyes searching Guzma's face.]

But we're not here for how I feel. [So that's a "no", on the smashing.]

[His hand grabs the arm Guzma's using to clutch the shirt with. He's not trying to pull or push it away, though; the intent isn't clear beyond just how strong a grip this strange old man has. His fingers dig into Guzma's arm with increasing pressure.]

No, this is more about you.