[The question, entirely unexpected, just makes Blue's eyes narrow, scoffing bitterly in Red's direction. He even leans in a little, scowling in his face.]

"Nice"? I'm not some little baby anymore, Red. I've grown up. I manage a whole Gym. I take on competitors. How about you try somethin' more than pittering around with your Pokémon for a change, huh?

[Tiny weeds coil around the grass by his feet, choking and thorny.]

I don't play nice with traitors, anyway.