[He knows Archie's not serious (he better not be serious) so his response is lackluster at best.]

And I could feed you to Raikou.

[Puts sandals on, doesn't bother changing out of his night clothes, and gently wakes Persian up despite her similar growls and huffs of annoyance as Nanu's.]

You want to tell me where you are, or do I have to play hide-and-seek at four in the damn morning?