He stumbles a little, but maintains both his balance and his deeply unimpressed expression - though that isn't exactly directed at Bruce himself.

"Clearly." The word is hoarse, but otherwise steady; he'd try to linger just to make a point but it doesn't seem worth fighting the compulsion this early, so he whirls around to stride to the door.

In fairness I don't have to live with him. Asmodeus has transitioned smoothly to arch amusement.