Now that he has his glasses back on, that stare can chill him to the bone. He affixes his face with a more sour look than usual to combat it, but honestly he's pretty floored by the possibility of incurring anybody's wrath in dreams after Gamzee. Eridan fusses with the edge of a sleeve, pulling his eyes away from his deathglare.

"Not like I wwanted to get in there either!" he counters stubbornly, ignoring the happy splashing a few meters out to see.