Reggie wasn't too bothered by the responses he got, it was what most people would, and had, done when he introduced himself like that. Before he could reply, however, Blake decided to speak up. He spouted a fountain of bullshit mixed with truths, and while Reggie didn't like how he was being slandered, he wasn't overly bothered by it. What did bother him quite a lot, however, was Blake's, or Bloodstone's(as he revealed himself to be) comment on his sword skills. It wasn't a matter of honor that drew his ire as it was that it was one of the only things he had to remember his family by, and to have this Star Trek reject dismiss them like that really pissed him off. 

If he had been a normal person, then Reggie would've socked him in the mouth right then and there, but since he was a 'Gem' as he called himself and the tri-color trio, then he'd just bare with it. He couldn't beat the guy with his fists or a sword, and he wasn't about to shoot a guy because of this. His displeasure did show in his face and in his body language, his hands tightening into fists. With his gun hokstered and his ssord sheathed, Reghie sat down and placed his head on his palm, elbow on his knee, looking rather unimpressed by Bloodstone's tall tale.

[sub]"They'll definitely believe that load of horse crap . . .if they were born yesterday."[/sub] Reggie mumbled to himself, settling for giving the older gem a barrage of death stare glances, which was all he could do in this situation.