Gilbert’s expression were usually quite the same in certain situations, not quite faltering from how they’d been before. By now, he must almost be rather predictable, in the long run. Gilbert just didn’t quite pick up on that yet.
Oh he’ll hand them over himself without word to get this war started, fighting tooth and nail.He let out a huff upon Break’s words. “If it has anything to do with me, then quite frankly, yes it does matter.“
Meanwhile Break’s own expressions probably weren’t all that different, he was still grinning and laughing at what he was surmising his subordinate’s face to be like.

He’d still never win even against a blind man, don’t get your hopes up Gilbert. The huff was promptly met with another laugh.
"Why? You that concerned I might do something? You wound me Gilbert.”